The bell tolled for civility as evil waves consumed their shores. They came not once but one hundred and ten times six. Five more, then one, and all the waters calmed, afloat with those who would not listen.
“Sir, there are crazy people who will shoot you.”
“How can I protect myself?”
“Give up your guns.”
“Don’t worry; the police will keep you safe.”
“What if they’re not here when a crazy comes for me?”
“Not a problem. We are designating your home as a gun-free zone.”
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.
“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.