Why Suffer?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


A short piece inspired by 'You Suffer' by Napalm Death.



This is not based on any particular place but it could apply to so many places in the past, present or future.

Submitted: March 15, 2018

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Why Suffer?

You say that you can see it clearly, the suffering we endure every single day and night, to do nothing more than survive to suffer yet another day. Why, you ask? Why don’t we give up? Find somewhere else to go, start again?

I’ll tell you, my friend. We will not leave because this is our home.

If someone came along to your house and said, ‘Go away. We want to live here,’ what would you do? I’m sure you would not just say, ‘Okay, here are the keys,’ and walk out to homelessness. You would think, ‘This is some crazy person, coming here and telling me to leave my home.’ And you would tell them that, tell them to go. You would close the door on them, making sure that they were locked out.

That is exactly what is happening here, only on a larger scale. There are these strangers that are coming here and saying to us all to get out, to give them our homes, our towns and our cities. And they are not being nice when we refuse to leave. Oh, no. They are destroying the place, turning it all to no more than rubble because we won’t give up our homes. If they can’t have it, they want to ensure that we won’t get to hang on to it either.

Many people have died. Many more have fled....to where? To try to find some shelter in the wilds. There is nowhere else for them to go. These people, they are not proposing a swap. They want to keep their own homes and take ours as well. I don’t think I am going too far when I say that they want to eradicate us, wipe us from the face of the Earth.

I am not alone in staying. Many of my neighbours feel exactly the same way. So we do not have shops any more, but stalls that will set up one place then move somewhere else. Electricity is something we have learned to do without for a long time; and our water is gathered from pipes that have been left leaking, boiled when we can manage, to make it safe to drink.

Our days and our nights are freed of monotony by the constant sudden need to run, to seek shelter, to hide from those that would take this place from us. Occasionally there might present an opportunity to fight back, but we are woefully ill-equipped and the losses tend to be more on our side than on theirs. I guess it is mostly a token gesture, to show that they might think that they are winning but, in truth, that we are so far from defeat. While any of us survive they will meet with resistance and not capitulation.

Have I answered your question? Do you understand why we suffer? This is our home and we belong here, not them. We have nowhere else to go.


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