To Whom It May Concern

 

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To whom it may concern,

We appear to have messed up. We’re really sorry.

The orange people in their plastic clothes who like fast food and fashion, just keep popping up everywhere, without a care.

And it’s just a little bit warmer each year.

Well, we can’t do anything about that so let’s think about the cows.

Big fat methane filled mooing beasts, who knew, our urge to eat fillet would make it impossible to keep, our ozone layer neat.

Maybe the vegans got it right, this plant-based green planet notion.

Or was that hokum? Spooky witchcraft hippy folk singing potions?

Maybe rhymes don’t work for this.

Everything has gone to shit.

Well, it could be worse, I suppose.

 

Your sincerely,

The Human Race.

 

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To whom it may concern,

We appear to have messed up. We’re really sorry.

We were warned that we were due a pandemic, but nobody took it seriously.

I mean, come on Nostradamus, you didn’t get it right.

But who do we believe Mr Prophet circa 1555 or modern science – Magnus Opus v Facts?

What facts?

Masks or no mask?

China only or everywhere?

Death or life?

Microchips in vaccines.

Do you lose your sense of smell?

Death or life?

Tiny droplets of information given through a wash of metaphors in meetings with posh white men behind podiums politicking poorly amid chaos.

Let’s be honest no one knew what was going on, so everyone brought loads of toilet roll,

‘Just in case.’

That made sense.

Yours sincerely,

The Human Race.

 

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To whom it may concern,

We appear to have messed up. We’re really sorry.

On my daily walk on my own, two metres away from anyone, with my mask on, steaming up my glasses making it hard to see. I notice a tiny weed pushing up through the cracks of the tarmac. I take off my glasses and give them a wipe so I can have a minute or two of clarity. There, there in front of me the beginnings of a yellow daffodil opening up the road to the chasm below, surviving on concrete, fumes and dust. A small miracle, proving there is still life. In this still life.

I walk and listen to the silent skies. No airplanes above, no cars, just the plodding of my plastic soles. A single soul in a parliament of suburban houses with drawn paintings of rainbows and saucepans by the front door ready to clang and bang.

As I make it to the park with the bit of woodland I like, the birds have not been given the silent memo of silence and continue to chirp and cheep cheerfully like there is nothing going on. I have heard rumours of a kingfisher by the weir, maybe today will be the day I will capture it in its beautiful blue brightness on my camera, always in hand.

The earth seems greener.

 

Yours sincerely,

The Human Race

 

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To whom it may concern,

We appear to have messed up. We are really sorry.

Just when we thought it was getting better it got much worse. We all ate out to help out where we breathed out and bacteria exploded over everywhere out, out. It mutated and became bigger, better, faster and far cleverer than us. How easy we made it. Our summer of fun, eating and drinking when we should have been thinking. But that’s one of our skillsets, only thinking about consequences after an event, we are idiots and dumb dumbs, maybe we should mutate…we’re just not intelligent enough.

The mutation has attacked people and turned them orange, they have started to ape our behaviour. They have an urge for fast food and fashion. They don’t want to eat cows, which is good but instead they think we’re looking yummy for their tummies.

At least you can tell who they are, all orange and bright – their teeth are ridiculously white. Some of them like to wear suits, shiny and light. So now they are even easier to spot, but they stick to trainers for their feet, nice and swift, travelling in packs they swoop in and attack.

We are like the Neanderthals now, outnumbered, out ranked, our intelligence is low. The Oranges are coming, I have to go.

I saw a kingfisher as I was running away today.

Yours sincerely,

The Human Race.

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To whom it may concern,

We appear to have messed up. We’re really sorry.

There is only a few of us now, we have become feral to survive. The Oranges took our houses and made them homes. They are rounding us up, we are cattle to them. Breeding programmes, experimentation, a new world order – the few of us who remain free want a revolution, but their intelligence is quality and we have lost all our technology – they are generations ahead of anything we could have even considered. We are outwitted and outnumbered we are the persecuted few. If we were a film, a hero would rise from us and save us. But it’s not. Instead, we are starving lying dead in the streets we built.

They are more organised, and it is only a matter of time before we all end up either slaughtered for meat or in a people farm gnashing our teeth. Remember when our biggest concern was our mental health. Ha. Now it’s for life itself.

We need to unlearn everything we thought was true. We need to make a pact. We can only move through this city and survive if we’re alive. We need to break the people out, we need to rally, eat, fight and shout. We are not Orange we are the OG’s we need to make sure we get our world back.

I saw a plane take off today. The Orange’s have learnt to fly.

Yours sincerely,

The Human Race.

 

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To whom it may concern.

            We’re really sorry.

Yours sincerely,

The Human Race.

 

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