Inside the head of a anxious man

Sitting at table in the kitchen I am.

I am quiet and silent, I am alone…At the moment, in front of me, outside the house, I am seeing a tree with broken branches…the branches are broken not because of the wind, in my country they are no strong winds, the branches are broken because of humans who think this planet was made for them, humans who have no respect for the others, humans who throw garbage to the floor, because in their minds “someone will be paid for clean”, and in the mind of the people who are supposedly paid to clean, “this is the easiest job ever, I am a public employer, a lot of benefits and I don’t need to work hard, the other will clean for me”.

But there is no other, the garbage on the floor will stay until the wind make it fly away, probably to a river or right in the birds face who are unable to take it out. The bird will fall, trying to breath, but that plastic bag is choking him. A lot of people are walking and no one is helping the little bird, he have less than one minute to fly again.

The bird didn’t survive…she was a mom, she was trying to fed her babies and now, her babies won’t have food.

What is happening with the world who can’t help a little bird?

What is happening with the world where is people who throw garbage to the floor thinking they are better than everyone?

What is happening with the world where government employees don’t do their jobs, their fucking simple jobs and only want the benefits for doing nothing?

This is pissing me off…the world is fucked up, the planet are is suffering because of the lack os empathy of humans.

We need to change this, or at least, die trying!