Sick Bastards

by Matt Shaw

A single tear rolled down my left cheek. A single tear? Is that all I am capable of now? Nothing more and nothing less. I didn’t wipe it away.

All I kept coming back to, though, was that the government planned this. They made it happen. They wanted it to happen. Even when we were killing each other. They didn’t care. They didn’t try and stop it. They just left us in there, to rot. “And what did these fucking tests prove?”

What they were doing was criminal but they got away with it because they hid behind government badges.