It is Genocide.

Genocide:

Stuck, in the shell of a tortoise going very slow and movement essential-others going forward speedy and light of feet. Many minutes pass and I can scream. Come let there be something let it move. I am stuck in the body armor.

I forward we are all stuck because of what we are and where we came from. In a plot of land where we owned the plot because we were deemed irresponsible.

No one tells anyone what to do and the parents were more foolish than their children. Uneducated and boring. Their contradictory, they behaved slyly and never told anyone the bad news. The advice from the authority was bad.

To learn something one has to be taught.

“We were not taught,”

Let them self-govern and learn. Look we did not know how to. By the time we learned our world was dying.

We behaved well. Let others do so too our exemplary behavior during the empire made the world what is great today.

There is Moscow and then there is the split into countries and we then did the world proud and got it molested. God forbid we should have anything but fun.

The world now is slowly rejecting man and in our madness, we do not see we do not see we are slowly doing more harm than good. So we will be slowly killed.

Let us do the split.

Give them land so they can squander it, the fools. Give them responsibility so there will be nothing to be responsible for. We were so untrustworthy to fare well. We did not know how to because no one showed us.

We were a crust community existing on bread and wheat. We continued like this for a long time. We had the apples and the oranges but had to sell them. There was nothing else to do but see how the fruits were managed.

"We got it wrong,"

"When did you get everything right?"

We got on well with the existence until we went to the towns and the cities and found people lived better than us. We were like animals compared to them.

Contentment left fled and we became the scavengers we are now.

Say something like who is in love?

Say someone is falling from a kitchen sink.

Say why is it happening?

I say this is involved and I had too much on and drunk with a hangover.

To care for a community is dull because when the Brits said we were fourth class we thought it a compliment. No one else was. We were cured because of education and society moving on. The cure came we got on everybody’s nerves.

“They are the comic little people how dare they speak like that to the admiral?”

“How dare they speak at all, who is the hoodlum who governs this little ass land?”

Someone was elected very quickly and he had a penchant for the ladies. The ideal candidate and he got on well and governed wisely for sixty-odd years.

But in the end, he had to learn Turkish as well. Took him away from his reality and he spent it very much in a rage. He was accused of theft as well. That told on him made him appear no longer the force for good but a force to be neglected.

Oblivious to the worst thing that had happened he hoped it would just stir less trouble if he stayed. He died staying. No more about him he has had his novels written all by himself.

Who are the little people? They came from the land big land called Turkey and migrated or were cast off to Cyprus. The treaty after the world war told them they were no longer the responsibility of the Turkish state they were on their own.

“We are starving we can’t take them on as well,”

“Go and bless yourselves,”

“We will not desert our homes and go to the mainland,” Cried the people and they did not they went to Europe and Australia instead. Changed their names and did good deeds and bad deeds. Some just went into decline socially.

“We will die as a community let us create an imposter situation,”

"We are all imposters tell me how to behave and I can and do so,"

"Who are you impersonating?"

"Tell me who to,"

“Our children must learn our ways and manners customs and who we are,”

“Done,”