Denmark

It was now late afternoon after the false start of the morning, late Autumn sun shining beyond the balcony on the street ahead and below.

A helicopter passed overhead to a destination it knew and the wind rustled in the trees.

A familiar car parked in the street and a mother and child exited, heading to their unit behind him. It was a public holiday.

He looked down the sunlit street, a lawnmower coughed into life, he sighed.

It was ironic he thought to himself, he had a persona on Facebook completely divorced from his reality.

All he was qualified for was menial employment such as cleaning or labouring, jobs that killed his spirit when he was able to work.

He had no choices, people had no choices and then got taxed to pay for a government that told them how to live, odd.

You either conformed to a stereotype or got cast aside to play the role of the loser, a cautionary tale of warning to the rest of civil society not to follow suit.

I guess he was a loser, not that he really cared but what did irk him was the hypocrisy of the rulers.

How could you dictate how someone should live when you have not experienced or are even aware of what they go through.

It’s a top down and outdated patriarchal system of government that has not been steeped in the current experience,of I argue, the slim majority of the population.

Those that are not rabid capitalists who live in the past along with the dinosaurs, government does not change but rather grimly maintains the status quo of the previous decade.

A dog barked briefly and he could hear the sound of children, they would be governed by the rules of the present.

It was all so disheartening, the wind picked up and he decided to have a smoke.