Aquarium

They live in a sort of aquarium.
Thick glass , tempered.
That's a quiet and cozy place.
It's so warm here, they are well fed.
They're doing to maintain the status quo and further enrichment.
Once upon a time, they were like all of us:
studied, worked, watched three bizarre television channels.
Some of them even went hungry at times, but that has been forgotten.
Or they just can't recollect it.
- Why?
- Because!

There's storms here and now.
The hail the size of an ostrich egg falls.
Even Malaysian Boeing MH-17 crashed last summer.
It was shoot by BUK, Russian missile.
Do you remember?
They didn't care.
They still watch the world through the thick glass.
They live in their parallel Universe.
We've no idea of their gnaws.
We can't see what they're doing here and now.
Whether they are walking barefoot
on the grass
or on a path of small gravel
in crocodile sandals.
It might be right now one of them is sniffing a thin path of cocaine
on the hood of red Ferrari.
They have everything right now.
But what would happen to them tomorrow?

I'm really scared of  cracking the glass will.
The outside pressure is constantly rising.
Anything would happen.
Caisson disease might lead to the instant death.

What would happen to you, the inhabitants of the Aquarium?
You're completely unaware of our existence.
Who we are?
The Angels of your Elimination.