Dying Land

Dilemma

The rulers of today cry out to citizens claiming to not know of the happening cases. A brutal murder reported of a noble politician gets buried during darker nights. A chemical poisoning and other little demonic cases. "I don't know what happened actually. The kitchen was locked and no cat would have drunk the milk! "Our king would cry out. The habit continued for years. Century after century. The poisonous snakes held the power. Not even the Lions could defeat them. The snakes of our land. The snakes we live with. They're like Dracula. So innocent at daytime but dangerous walking monsters at night. The celebrations to our attained freedom became a prayer for killing the evil rulers. Corrupt and wicked. The devils themselves. We had gained the freedom but lost the people to enjoy it. A freedom less freedom.

In our country,New Olin,there was a one known celebration known across villages. It's spread it roots down to those who didn't have the formula to smile. Their joy was taken and so were their beloved ones. They lived lives awaiting for the angel of death to visit them. The festive of the crying goddess. Weird it was but there was no way out of it. Every festival was made a must. It drained joy to those who had it and sent to graves those weak and not able to stand at their own feet. Surprisingly, our country was physically disabled free. It wasn't the kings dream to rule people less to be called so. How pathetic of the ruler. May the walls with ears not deliver this message to he who accepts no opposition.

I'll always recall the last crying goddess festival. A sage changed the Olin we knew to a newer one. The day still lingers in my head. Some hours before the main event,I had to rush quickly to buy some red flour from a shop across. The owner was an old man,a political minded man. No one across the street knew him as handicapped until that day. As I walked through the shades of figures, I came live to live with the world of the devils. The current government had stormed the street and were dragging an old man over the rough tarmac. He pleaded for mercy. What was his mistake. He was crippled. An innocent man was devoured by the beast things. I watched not making a sound. All of a sudden,the world of the oppressed turned upside down. The dumb started talking and the man from our ghetto sprang from where he sat. "You who call yourself the soldiers of war and peace, what have your father's friend done to you. The Blind too can see your blindness. You have the power but your who you call leader cover them with oaths.! "This statement started chaos that built up the newer Olin. The world rose. The day to never forget changed me. Many recall the day deeds but I still recall the man who brought the day to us. Sage Gulana Renapi. He said. The darker the star the brighter the night.