It’s powerful. Powerful enough to make people blind. Blindly giving away their humanity to the whispers of the devil on their shoulders. A strong resolve to avenge or teaching ‘them’ a lesson. The shape wriggling itself out like a reptile finding its way in the sand. You see its head, but not the tail. When you finally see the tail, the head morphs into plurality. Each spewing venom in multitudes. The whispers are gone. They’re hissing aloud.
You’re still not scared.
We’ll stop them when they’re done with ‘them’.
They’re not done with them. Not yet. The lessons have just started. It’s all about reforming them. To show them their place. Them.
Let’s call them 1. Let’s call them 2. Let’s call them 4. Let’s call them what is not us.
Their way of life is wrong. Offensive. Insensitive. Ours is the righteous path. The one to whom this land belongs. The one true owner of this landmass. Not them. Definitely not them. The outsiders. They will remain so ever.
The hisses are far gone. The whispers blare out louder with each passing day.
Where will you go now?
“Are they still not done with “them”?
Not yet, you dim-wit.
The hate is strong in this one.