Who are we to live?

The raw silence tears me up as though I've been through the deadly jaws of a thousand sharks, a pain that is so unnatural. It was pain that tore at every nerve, at every inch of my mortal being, mentally and physically I was dead. But quite frankly I didn't even know for myself. It was an odd feeling, witnessing the end of the world, both chilling me to the very marrow of my soul, and final. As if life was a concert and the tired orchestra had put a little pizzazz into the grand finale, despite their aching mouths.

It was done, all done. Gone, as a summer day that flew by so fast that you weren't sure it really happened. I don't remember it, not much anyway.

I saw them die, I saw them smile, but it was so loud that my ears were filled up with more then just the screams of terror, more then the fires that raged throughout the night, even louder then the drum beat of my own heart. It was my mind, contemplating my peril. I wanted to die right then and there, I wanted to stop the nightmare, but it didn't go away.

There were no bad dreams at the end of time, no nightmares to wake from, no family to hold your hand and tell you that you would be fine. It was the end of time, of being, of life as we knew it. Maybe even the end of life in a whole.

How did it all end? How did such a promising civilization, filled with people who could know how the universe came to be, people who could decide our fate with the snap of their fingers? How could they do it to us?

The truth is that we did it to ourselves, we killed, we took, we decided to ravage this planet that is our home until nothing is left and no one knew what to do. No one could have changed our fate; we were in to deep, too far into our own demise. Ever since we knew what was happening, no one cared. No one did anything that would save us, they just sat in their halls of gold and oil and watched as our precious earth corroded under the strain of industry and fell under the pressure of our dying air.

Sometimes the air would get so stale that we had to breathe through a mask, into a container of what precious oxygen we could spare. We did terrible things, so immoral I cannot even place them in a category with the Darfur and the Holocaust. That is how terrible we were.

It only took one man to send us this way. He had stood up and said that he could make the world rich, great, so beautiful that we wouldn't even believe it. He promised us the future we wanted, and then turned on us. The people were left out of the equation of the government. It was not long before the bombs were dropped.

It started with a single bomb. It was dropped into North Korea at 1500 hours on January 14, 2018. Who would have guessed that they would retaliate? Who could have know that Iran had the resources it needed to do this.

No me, not us, not anyone. Bombs flew everywhere, and then there was nothing. I don't know who killed the people, but it was everyone's place to stop it. We didn't know what had happened and now I, the man who used to run the most powerful nation on earth, am dead, just like any other mortal man.

Who are we to live, when we have already killed ourselves?