Dystopia

My Dystopia
Dear Dairy Monday 2 June 1989

War every where, no where to hide.
the man next to you gone a bullet through his head, blood everywhere. I wish this war was over me at home work as always but no I need to be here.With a gun in my hand I hope things will be diffrent that wars will be over.50 years later

Dear Dairy Friday May 2295
Hi dairy its me Emmaly 50 years ago my mama told me about the war.
But I think nothing has change the capital still rich, crewl and selfish the walls up high my village fight to get in.
To feed there kids and family but once there over they never return we have ragy clothes we hunt for food papa never takes me. My mama and papa starve papa only brings just enough food for me. I shiver at night mama holds me tight to her heart never lets go I love my mama and papa so much oh no got to go mama is calling to me.