When I was growing up and told who the bad guys were, they had banners, military parades, and free shit.
While this pageantry and pomp carried on, the land was torn from hope, with the fringes covered in military check points. The people were fat on bread and happy on circus, all was jolly till it was not.
Could there be a day that a broken land trapped behind a wall and machine guns that once sang the message of freedom and liberty.... be one day liberated by a once broken land?
...needed to be said... heres looking at you snowflake.
