Final Stand

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic
A metaphor used to express my current political frustations?

Submitted: January 25, 2009

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From my perch I can see all the chaos below. I am alone on this precipice from all but my convictions, and the foul stench of death. I watch in despair as one by one, my family dies in the valley below. Their bodies stir up dust as they fall to the ground.

I see the mindless army closing in. The sickening glint of armor and swords holds no beauty compared to our painted faces. Methodically they follow orders, and eliminate the resistance. The soldiers are long deaf to the anguish, echoing through the valley like drums of war.

I feel the sun warming my skin, and I notice that it is a beautiful day. I load my bow with truth, my only weapon, and prepare to die for my cause. I will die with these red and blue streaks under my eyes, proudly displaying the rebellion I have always harbored, and strength in my heart.

I draw my final breath and scream into the air with the fury of everything I have lost. Beating my chest, I cry out for my brothers slaughtered for standing in the way of “progress". I cry for my country, tearing itself apart. I cry for the sake of independence. I cry for the death of the last beautiful thing in this desolate wasteland.

Freedom.


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