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children of gods

July 14, 2019

Words & image: Sophie McKeand

We greeted the children of gods with operatic indifference.
Having already slaved to make the world right for some time we

promised the earth (as if she were ours to gift) & set them to work in call centres & factories & department stores & endless cafe chains &

when they finally began to show promise we stacked debt onto shoulders already bowed with overwrought expectation

shackled their imagination to the sum total of our experience then branded them snowflakes. We deconstructed the earth’s soul – reduced her to economic growth & dollar signs 

then set up focus groups to ascertain why the children just. didn’t. get. the. bigger. picture. Isolating the most compliant young gods, we modelled them in our own image

set them at giddying heights within the Milky Way as an example of what could be achieved through dedicated application then medicated their suffocating anxiety; devised cognitive therapy to cope with the vomit & hysteria.

As the children of gods grew into our ways we peddled them stacks of blood bricks & stale education at over-inflated prices & those who balked 

were fed into sink hole estates or prisons & we told them to consume less urged them to buy more; graded the children of gods by skin colour 

or ancestral land-grabs then lectured them on being shallow & lacking in empathy as we condemned their racism, bigotry, sexism & aggressive homophobia & wrung our white hands that they did not care for the environment we had systematically disconnected them from.

When they persisted in demonstrating no gratitude for the oceans of plastic & mountains of crap that made up their inheritance, we poisoned the air & their minds

blasted the old gods into gravel drives; stripped the world of the forest’s stories ripped the language of magic from their mouths so that the

children of gods no longer recognised their reflection in cloud formations & lakes (only knew themselves in the echo-chamber of our online shops).

We complained when they denied the earth’s beauty & wept genuine tears of frustration that they just did not seem to care about anything.

Finally, we surmised that their lack of interest in recycling our ideas & excrement was simple yet unexplainable laziness & when we had 

moulded enough of the children of gods into almost, almost, what we envisaged 

we died.

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