The time has come for all to stand up and say: enough is enough...
A man, still standing on a worn out soap box in the square had been trying to make himself heard above the rain that punched down and drowned out all sound but itself.
A solitary umbrella was standing nearby against it all and was being held by a small urchin who had nowhere else to go.
Thunder banged loudly and frightened the urchin to run off and hide.
The thunder was followed closely by a stab of lightning that lit up the dreary day briefly and illuminated the defeated face of the man on his soap box who finally gave in to his defeat and stood down.
He trudged away from the square to become lost in the back alleys and thought to never speak again.
The urchin, who’d been hiding in a deep doorway saw the man leaving and decided to follow him for want of anything better to do.
Along in the gloom they went to pass the cemetery where the dead men lie, their tombstones pointing to the sky as if to say: we tried to go there but found no path and now we lie here forever staring with our blind eyes at where we would be; no, no passage of light for us.
The two, passing the cemetery gave no glance that way, soon enough that fate would come for sure, where the darkness presses so deep.
On and on they walked in the directionless day that turned to night and saw them at the end of all hope and huddled together beneath the railway bridge that spanned the river; another day over, in the hopeless despair of life.
On the top of the hill where the fat men live behind their closed gates all is bright and rosy, no lack there, for money is their true god and dictates all of their thoughts and actions, and as a true god to them, pays them back in kind.
They are celebrating another victory windfall that will bring them more luxuries than they can count to pile upon the already countless luxuries they have.
Loud is their laughter into the night and far it spreads to cover the land, and all who look up do so with a loathing for the fear and destruction that spreads from there even to far away in other lands; better to give them what they want than to say no and be bombed into submission.
Over all the earth hangs a pall of doom seeded there by the machines set on automatic that spray and spray non-stop and is part of the great master plan cull of the over-population; one billion is easier to control than seven billion.
And when the towns and cities are emptied those few left can be rounded up and put to work and glad they will be to have order and safety in what is left of their lives.
Not enough will notice what is going on until too late, for the propaganda machine has them in its jaws and feeds them hourly its misdirection, and is believed fully, for what choice do they have, for it is their true god and pays them back in kind.
It has been put out that only the subversives would think otherwise against the noble and holy leaders who struggle mightily against the austerity measures and do their best for the people.
The great despair that is so prevalent is caused by the pre-conditioning programming set in place long before to keep the population so depressed and on medication they are unable and unwilling to raise their consciousness enough to know what is going on, and those few unaffected somehow, can be dealt with and isolated so their views don’t spread.
The occasional unrest that does spill out onto the streets is broken up and played down and is said to be the work of activists against law and order and dealt with severely, the ringleaders rounded up and imprisoned and a new law passed to bar all protests on the streets.
Dark, this time for humanity, with little hope; and though some may slip through the closing trap doors, most will not.
It is believed by so many that their god will save them, and so many take this notion with them at their end; and that for those who have suffered enough, one day, guaranteed they will rise back up with their saviour to overthrow the evil ones who rule the earth.
Said evil ones are not concerned, for if it comes right down to it they will set off all the bombs at once, and while safe in their huge bunkers will await the renewal of the earth until it is safe to come back out and have the planet to themselves, the chosen few with enough to start again; not for nothing did they plan not to think of every eventuality.
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