Time capsule letter, somewhere in Belgium.

I presume if you are reading this you have found the capsule and dug it up. I don't need to tell you that a desperate group of survivors buried it. If you know anything you know our last days have been beyond words. There is little time left now, I can hear the percussion of your rockets hitting their targets but a mile away. And if you are reading this you are one of those scum we call 'Losers'. Yes you have won the last world war but you have lost the planet in doing so. You are therefore a Loser.

As I sit here in this broken, concrete water pipe [dry for years] and await my death I am filled with joy. Why? I remember the planet before you destroyed it. I remember a blue and green ocean. Can you believe it? Blue and green! Not the grey, dead seas we now have. I remember vast swathes of trees we called forests. They held wildlife and produced oxygen. They were huge and alive. But you have no idea what I'm on about, have you? 

People cared too. I had neighbours that looked out for me. My family cared. We laughed and cried together and tried to live life to the full. Yes there were politicians and dictators and unscrupulous industrialists but back then they didn't control us. People still had the freedom to choose their own destiny, to move about, to say no. It brings me joy to remember it.

And now we have nothing thanks to you and your kind; The Losers. You are part of an army that has systematically killed most of us through industry. You now seek out the last non-conformists for extermination. God forbid we disagree with your great leader. Over the last thirty years we have run from the floods, famines, killer electrical storms, unseasonal snows and droughts brought on by your new factories belching out carcinogens. Environmental migrants slowly running out of places to run to, food to harvest, clean water to drink. You watched as the acid rain killed every tree, as the temperatures soared into permanent highs that first killed the old and weak, then the children and the animals too. Then water became a luxury. And as humankind's water ran out your leader discovered a synthetic way to produce it. First he became rich, then a god, then a dictator, and now a mass murderer. 

We will soon be discovered here in our concrete coffin and disposed of in the same way  you have disposed of all my fellow Europeans, and the Hispanics and Asians too.

But I win. You see, as you read this standing over my body you will understand that my final thoughts were not of fear and begging for mercy, they were of a wonderful world that can still exist, where unquestioning idiots such as you don't have a voice. People can still care for everyone, not just themselves. People can work together to share the water and the necessities to survive instead of keeping it all for themselves. So as your boot rests on my throat, my thoughts will be of a promised land that could exist if pawns like you could just open their eyes to a bigger picture.