by LittleMaple » Wed Apr 26, 2023 3:15 pm
Excerpt 1 from "Diary of a Despondent Mother"
One day, I hope to be able to take my children up on my shoulders, and show them these lands. Where the grass is green and the hills roll on for miles. I will get to raise them in this gentle, but reckless, country side. No dictators to control the words I say or the actions I make. My children will grow up free here. My friends and family could move here, live out their lives with us. One day, I hope my dreams of grandeur will become reality. I know these hopes are in vain, as my land is ruled under the iron fist of man. As long as man rules these sweeping grasslands and gentle knolls, I, no, we can never be free. The ghosts that roam in the hoot owl's call will not be able to rest until I can cleanse this land of its impurities. The gouges in the ground that man has dug, I must patch with these broken hands.