The Green Zones are seething Cesspools of anger. Ten days a week, Night and Day, giant turbine fans blow the Radioactive Poison in the Sky away from their View. They don't Care it's still in the Air, just so long as they can't See it. But even the Fans aren't Enough now. What we Must see every day in the Dead Zone now they must Too. The Finger-pointing and Blaming and Backbiting has exploded as the Green Zoners Scramble to maintain their denial. I would find it Hilarious were it not so Tragic.
The most Heinous and Vile Voices have risen up to take Advantage of the outrage. They make Impossible Promises to the willingly Gullible and the outright Deceivers. Love is all but Dead. Children Mindlessly repeat baseless mantras taught as Fact, delighting in Taunting any Peer who speaks a Truth that betrays our Doomed future. In the Green Zones, they Worry more about their poor Feelings being Offended than Nature herself. Make someone Cry with reality and you're a Bad Person. Make someone Sing with a Falsehood and you're called Good. But they all walk on Eggshells because the truth is Known already.
And in my Rage I decided to help them.
Mountains of poisonous Debris are shoved into the Dead Zones each and every day without exception. The Toxic items are made in the same Factories that have permanently Darkened our skies. So in my sense of Irony, I decided to send them Back into the air with heaping Flames of Deadly black smoke. I Sang a Wicked song as I poured Accelerant down one aisle and then merrily the next. I Screamed to the heavens as I lit the Blaze, "If you want Poison so Badly, here it is!" I watched in Perverse satisfaction as the Inky black billows infested the Sky I had for so long Fought to keep clean.
No one came to Arrest me. No one even came to Investigate. No one even bothered to Put Out the fire. They could Not. Because that would mean Admitting there's a Problem in the first place. This must be how the Power Lords feel when they Get Away with their daylight Sins. It's true you're Either part of the problem or part of the Solution - and burning the chemicals in the Landfill is certainly no solution. But I'm so Mixed Up and Confounded it seemed like an Answer at the time. I Pray for the end of this World.
