Of living today
Creates controversy
Here in the nation of hegemony.
Our way of life upheld by force,
And some still wonder why "they" hate "us". of course
The answer should come to no shock at all.
Undying ignorance is our greatest fall.
And when will we learn from our mistakes if ever
By this 'way of life', numerous world relations sever.
Perhaps because there is no direct effect,
Demons of the past, become the present to resurrect.
The words flowed so strongly from his memory that he had to catch hold of the desk's edge to keep himself from falling out of his chair. He remembered the sense of pride it gave him to share those words. Grade 8, in Mrs. Blackburn's tiny second floor classroom, seemed like a hundred years ago. This poem was the only thing that had stuck with him, in the now. He had not known it then, but the thoughts he cleverly summed up in a few rhythmic lines, was where it all began. Through all of his secret writings, which took place during class time while the teacher droned on, this poem was his favorite. Or perhaps, he remembered it most because he had been forced to read it aloud after being caught not paying attention during social studies lecture. Mrs. Blackburn's look of shock was reward enough, as she could not find the words to reprimand him after it. He had somewhat felt sorry for her in that moment, as she was only trying to do her duty upholding the school's new policy of classroom communism (which he thought the perfect transition into the radical global version he dealt with today). He had always known he was different; smarter than the other kids. He had grown up with parents who pushed him to think for himself and have a mind of his own. He smiled to himself; remembering his father's favorite quote, "Do not go where the path may lead. Instead go where there is no path, and leave a trail." A fine motto set for him, in Emerson's liking. Oh how these words had gotten him into trouble over the years. In these times, however, he could not be so blatant with his opinions and ideas. Instead, his writing, genially crafted and improving with every year, was the main mode of promoting his message. There were few things he loved more, than words and new thought intertwined into a document, and saved onto the hard drive of his computer. And that is how he had built his following; for the past couple of years, he ran the A.N.W.O. Corporation. It started as a hobby really, but soon took much of his time, with him having to send out the weekly newsletters and schedule meetings with those involved. The corporation was a simple concept and had taken some time to gain momentum, but was kept hidden as the government was evermore cracking down on anything and anyone against the rules. Sheeple, as he liked to refer to them, lurked everywhere. He had learned to be extremely careful from seeing friends and family members one day, and hearing of them vanishing the next.
Matthew had just finished the latest entry the A.N.W.O.'s blog, and was not pleased by the large wet tongue slathering his stubbly cheek.
"Woodsworth, cut that out." He sighed, defeated. "Jane, you know you're supposed to keep him out of here, my office is out of bounds."
"He was eager to see you, look what he brought." Jane laughed and they both watched as the striking bullmastiff trotted back into the room with a drool covered package hanging out of his mouth. Matthew took the bag, and patted Woodsworth's waiting head deservedly.
"All is forgiven! Is this what I think it is?" Matthew grinned as a familiar scent wafted through the air and up into his nostrils.
"I was able to get it from Sandy just before heading home. How long has it been since we've seen real meat?"
Matthew was too busy salivating to answer her. He walked into the kitchen, greedily grabbed all the amenities and sat at the table waiting. It had been way too long. Not since the government's brilliant idea of switching solely to GMOs. Jane sat down beside him, and he passed her a steak-filled plate. The meal that followed was pure bliss. Its ridiculousness dawned on him that, today, something as simple as a real piece of meat could excite him so much. The steak had brought him hope, and with a satisfied stomach he let his mind drift off to his plans of change that he prayed were just around the corner.
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