Departed trail & Bitter trials.

English 26,

11-9-15

After testing his restraints, after scanning the room of widowed faces, and after a long drag of air Hyman exclaimed, “Everyone is use to the smoggy mornings and the polluted nights of red amber lights from their electric sun, their cities. Every man is a child because of their ignorance while the women are locked in kitchen mayhem who war with bellies and rest only when their children are happily fat. It is all…..WRONG!! The sin I commit is the sin of being able to see in this society of blind fools. There is only one solution and that solution is conflict.” Despite his chained body and his lone voice, Hyman continued his war. With Hyman voicing war, another man arose for a twisted and necessary version of peace.

“Arrogance!!A laughable act of a monster weeping, a talented monster none the less and for our audience of jurors, his talents has cost the lives of hundreds in a dozen of similar riots,” a strong and stern voice was bellowed from an old croon of a lawyer. “But I did not kill them, you did,” Hyman.

“Then who gave them the idea to use guns, bricks, and knives against the parchments that protect them, to fight against the lives of innocents. Would the answer be that you were unaware; another lie to escape responsibilities and sin, any answer you give is not the answer that is true. You Hyman are a monster because of your words cause….,” Lawyer cut off.

“My words are not the cause, it’s the truth that I say, the history that has been denied and robbed from existence, from the libraries, from the people, and from stark our future,” Hymen.

 “Our people know the truth and that is truth is that you are a liar, the dirt will be your cradle and your mother’s womb but a dead womb and no life shall be born or given a chance otherwise,” Lawyer.

“Flying hens will only drop eggs…so stop making us wait and lay yours,” Hymen Smirked.