Everyone looked towards the rising sun and hoped, that with it would come the good news of the new king's arrival. The hopeful look in the old ladies eyes while, she clutched on to her dead son's photo as if she were strangling her dreadful miseries to death.
They rode from the east with iron barrels that breathed fire and spat vengeance in the form of hot iron. Fate crept in through the silence, as the towns people slept comfortably snuggled into nights cradle. Few woke the next day from a dream that reeked of betrayal. How could he who was allowed to break bread at my table make widows of my women and render homeless this city's children? Was i not fare to his ambitions or just to his greed?
the story of man's greed and ambitions plays out no differently now as it did a thousand years ago. I have often wonder when the "we" of a man's struggle becomes the "i" of a selfish pursuit to accumulate power and wealth without regard to someone else's happiness?!
A plagued kingdom beneath heaven.
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