The Waste

My people have been trapped in cages for too long. Shoved into reservations. Demeaned. Hated. Feared. And why? Because our ancestors didn't listen to the gods. They trusted those that should not be trusted.

My name is John. A boring name. A standard name. To blend in. But I don't want to blend in. To crawl on my belly and submit to the rule of ignorance.

Me and my brothers will destroy their fragile towers.

Today, Americans celebrate the day we saved them. We gave them food, hope, kindness. They gave us in return torment. They cursed us with the plague. Now the gods have made their own plague, and we are living amongst it. Humanity is being cleansed. There are rules, and those who do not follow are punished.

It is the end of days. The apocalypse. It has many names. But it all comes down to the same thing.

Me and my brothers, we will survive. We will live. We will walk on the corpses of the guilty.

And today, the tide will turn. The turkey will squawk. We sell our bracelets, our bars overflow with sad men. The Americans will feast on our gifts. It is time to take our gifts back. They were never theirs to take in the first place.

If our tribes had banded together back then, we could have driven away the settlers. They called us savages, Indians, they still call us these. But all along, they have been the savages. And we will prove that today.

We will end them.

How?

With their own waste. Because we, the "savage" people, used all the resources Mother Earth gave us. And we will continue to do so. the wasted flesh and bone will rise, the garbage and trash filling the sea will also rise. The Waste will rise, and we will Waste modern society. The Americans are a weed, relentlessly sucking the milk from Mother Earth. They have made it clear that they cannot change. So we will change. We will use our ancient magic. Our tribes will band together. All of us that are left. We will fight for freedom. For happiness. For Mother Earth.

Witness, men, as the dead walk alive. As the plastic bags thrown into the sea choke the life out of humanity. As the snapped wishbones mend and slice like angry boomerangs. We have centuries of garbage on our side. It has been tossed, wasted, dumped, forgotten. Left in heaps. Today, these heaps will rise again. And while the humans produce pounds of leftovers and toss their scraps, we will come for them. We will use their trash against them.

That is the price you pay for your waste. If we had been left at peace, we could have continued our ways. Lived happily. But you have destroyed us. You have slaughtered our people in the name of your false god. You have stolen our land in the name of Progress.

Now Mother Nature is through with you. Her abandoned children, the people that you turned into waste, will come for you. We are not trash. We are The Waste, and we are about to waste your cities and your streets and your suburbias. We will make the world happy again. We will soothe Gaea's anger.

And it comes at your cost.

So brace yourself, false friends.

Your waste will destroy you.