"Why does straw float with the flow of water and can't swim against it?" asked my little brother when I was standing on the river bank. I told him that straws are like those people, who have no courage to contradict the people with more power, who can't even talk for their own rights just because of fear of being punished for saying something true. "why can't they talk against those powerful ones, are they powerless?" asked my little brother. I told him that they are like straws in the river that can't even move towards right or left by their own wish, river turns them towards the way it is going.
But there are some differences between straws and those cowards, these straws can't feel pain of being ruined under big powers because neither they have hearts in their chests nor they have souls in their bodies. But the people, who are gutless to live even their own life the way they want, are just bearing every problem due to their own cowardliness. They teach the new generation to keep their heads down while confronting any leader or an officer otherwise they will turn them down and down and break them like a dried straw. They put fear of death in their children's minds and want them to obey every order given by their Lords.
Straws can't go against the river but people can go against the one who does something wrong but they don't do it, maybe they don't wanna fight to erase the scar of slavery that they have inherited from their forefathers, maybe they don't even know how to live an independent life or perhaps they don't know what is life and where should it be spent.
"What is life and where should it be spent"? Asked my little brother innocently. While patting on his cheek I told him that he was too young to ask that question. I held his hand, we decided to go home for he always becomes scared of the darkness whenever the sun sets.
