Chapter Three: The Rebellion
By the mayor's decree,
Bound in chains are most Weeds.
For a century, each must work for their freedom;
Others drop dead from exhaustion.
Naturally, those determined few survive the labor,
Escaping the Weeding Camps' horror.
Once outside, life is no better.
The privileged look down on the inferior
And toss them aside in equality.
The determined few found each other
And banded together.
Until injustice is dead,
Flora cannot lob off the rebellion's head.
They are a sneaky bunch,
Able to issue the mayoral office a good punch.
The tyrant knows they are there,
Yet she lets them breathe their air.
Why bother wasting the energy when people still fear her?
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Elementum
PoetryPoetry stung together into a story of fantasy and destruction. I originally wrote this version of the story, now called Shadow of the Heart (on Webtoon), a few years ago when I was in high school. This is a different iteration I wrote a year later...
