You've taken everything (political creative writing)

There are infinite stars in the sky to someone as inconsequential as me. Too many to count, too many to see, to comprehend, to admire. So many stars that paint the black abyss I breathe under every night. And yet now, I cannot see them. There are no clouds in the way, no, and there is no fog or mist. It's this light. Too many lights all attempting to replace the sun when there is no need for them. Lights that are demanding I "buy this now and never be sad again" "once in a lifetime deal, just call this number now" "be your best you with this one miracle product."

And yet when I want support, because of things I cannot explain in person, you take away that support. To protect the children.

But what about the children on the streets, the ones swiped up in the blink of an eye. Where's their protection?

What about the people you employ, who are directly harming these children, or protecting the ones who do the damage; who ruin these kids lives? Ah right, they make the rules. If they make the rules they can't be bad, can they?

No, you don't care about children. Not really. They're just your excuse, your scapegoat, the meat-shield you hide behind so you can try to deny what the real reason for all this is. To silence us. To suffocate us.

To make us play along with your dystopian games, and to smother those of us who know what's happening.

You have blood on your hands. The blood of alcoholics and drug addicts trying to quit. The blood of queer teenagers who feel like they're alone. The blood of disabled people. Of people who are victims of awful violence, who find solace with others online, knowing that they'll be heard, be understood.

Their blood is on your, money-gloved hands.

All in the name of protecting children.

Children, who's safety is being burned away, because you're muzzling the rest of us to try and play parent. Children, who's parents won't be bothered to teach them about safety online, because they'll believe the government has done that job for them. Children, who will be countless times more at risk, because they don't know how to stay protected. And you don't know how to protect them.

There are countless ways to say how much I loathe you. Since even the very beginning when you took off your masks and we realised you truly were pigs. You have ruined so many things. Taken thousands of lives.

You have taken everything for your selfish, gluttonous selves.

And, with every micro-atom, that forms every nano-fibre of my being, my miserable, agony riddled being, I can tell you this; this one thing, with upmost sincerity:

I hate you.