There was No Alternative

We built a structure with great care where each brick represented us. It had space for all our sanity, freedom and nationalism. We called it democracy.

Somehow, a section of the population was getting uncomfortable as there was no space for large thrones and executioners.

Some people watched them out of curiosity and got hypnotized in the process. The disgruntled lot painted an identity crisis, and projected themselves as champions of the oppressed population.

They changed text books and definitions. Sanity and nationalism were inked in a different script, and they looked like red blotches of hatred on a fading page.

I looked in the deep well inside the structure, and heard a feeble voice,

“It all belies our existence; we wait, and are still denied.”

“But why did you jump in the well?”

“We didn’t. We just voted for the best available candidate.”

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Prosery: Winter Lull