Struck, I fell, my hand opening slowly like the petals of a flower in the morning sun. By eve it closed into a fist of stone. Rising, revenge was taken upon my enemies. The kingdom was mine, and no warrior hence has been allowed to stand up from the battlefield to fight another day.
Strewn with bodies, the land dried its skeletons in a midday sun. The Third World War was over, and so was the reign of man.
A Dodo replaced the Eagle as nine Owls sat silent.
Redbirds flew as Doves fell to the ground.
And Chickens pecked as if nothing was wrong.
“First, we take their guns, for their own safety, of course.
“Next, we take their healthcare, for their own safety, of course.
“Finally, we digitize their money, for their own safety, of course.”
“Justin, don’t you mean for our safety?”
“Of course, Joe, but we can’t tell them.”
“Oh, right, I knew that.”
“So, when are you going to get those damn American guns?”
“Not sure. My puppet master hasn’t pulled my gun confiscation strings yet.”
“Puppet, come in here. I have a job for you.”
“What is it, Sir?”
“I want you to have all the school kids sent home with a summer reading list that teaches racism. We need those little ones to hate each other based on a person’s skin color.”
“People of color have spent years fighting racism, Sir. The media will crucify us.”
“It won’t be a problem; the books teach kids how to be racist against whites.”
Head split open, thrown from a car, brain lying eerily between his legs. Survivor, “Is he alive?” Shock, hope, desperation. “Please let him be alive.”
Time slips, a soul jumps, startled by the appearance of father time. He’s not alone; another stands nearby cloaked in a black hood.
“Why are you afraid, child?”
“The man on TV said I should be.”
“Do you see anything around you to be afraid of?”
“Do you see anybody dropping dead in the streets?”
“No, but the mask protects us.”
“Do you see people who don’t wear masks dropping dead in the streets?”
“Child, there are people who get sick every day and die of one thing or the other, but life goes on. If you want to be afraid, be afraid of the man on TV.”
“Because he makes money off of people’s fear. He’s what you call a bogeyman. Use to only frighten children into good behavior. But these days, it works on adults too.”
“Are you afraid of the virus?”
“No, Child, I’m not afraid. We got a roof over our heads, food growing in the garden, and a well for water. Now, you let those things go away. And I’ll be afraid.”
“I quit,” said the last good officer, and all hell broke loose the very next day. Good was evil, evil was good; everyone suffered.
“Who let them in the house?”
“Stupid, I guess.”
“Can we do anything about it?”
“Stop being stupid.”