Lament

I wander this desolate wasteland alone... one by one… my comrades are taken from me... for trivial reasons they fall by the wayside.... what is their crime? I ask... Only to hear a forlorn echo... TTTTOOOOSSSS..... the wind makes an odd sound rustling though the deserted playground....

Even my memories of the fun times of old are fading.... the landmarks brutally torn down.... the graffiti containing the feelings of the dearly departed being painted over…. by unfeeling and uncaring hands… I grow weary of this place.... it is not because of the people who speak in different tongues... I would definitely grow to like them given enough time... but the fear of losing another friend... especially a new friend... is just too much to bear.... the reason I must part ways with this place is because.... as things stand now.... I cannot be free... I cannot spread my wings and fly.... the concept of freedom seems to be alien in this supposed utopia... and life is far too fragile and easily taken away....

I wish I could turn back the hands of time and bring back the old days.... when our world was smaller… but we still had our freedom…. When there were problems…. But there were amicable solutions…. Where we could pray to the god... And expect some consideration…. This new world… this UTOPIA…. And its gods… assuming they are gods… and this IS a utopia… offer us no such consideration…. They smite those who only bend the most trivial of their tenets even with no ill intent in their hearts… but somehow allow vagrants and litterbugs to roam free even as they tarnish this ‘utopia’ with the rubbish that they constantly spew….

Alas… I neither have the authority to challenge the gods…. Nor the power to turn back time… but I do have one thing… and that is… my dignity… and I will never allow that to be taken from me… you will have to pry it from my cold dead hands… and in doing so… you will only prove that I was right… that this is not a Utopia…. This is purgatory… that you are not gods…. because Satan’s greatest trick… was convincing people he did not exist….

That said… I cannot leave this place just yet… there are those I must guide to other worlds here…. Those who do not know that other worlds even exist… that freedom still exists in those places… that their voices will be heard… even if the audience is smaller…. but the sincerity of the responses will be greater… and so I wait…. For those poor lost souls to come to me…. And I will continue to wait… until I am struck down as well… for that is the only way to honor my fallen comrades…

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A post from my blog in a different community... This here was a creative effort on my part aimed at the moderators and the TOS of said web community... but I think it does pretty well for itself... even out of context...