27 August 2012
I walk among the remains of the village. Houses are crumbled in ruins, and dilapidated shops lie empty, all products long stolen. Blood is splattered across the walls, and pieces of paper flutter about, controlled in the wind. I look up to the watery, grey sky and close my eyes, letting my mind wander back what it used to be like in my world. Children laughing, chasing each other merrily. Delicious aromas wafting from the bakeries. People stopping for a chat with people who walked past. Tinkling bells sounding sweetly from the church. But everything changed when they came. They ruined my world. They brought the plague and burnt down the houses. They violated our women and beat our men to a pulp. They imprisoned our children, left my world for dead. Nothing is the same now. Everyone is gone, only the animals remain. And even they have gone wild savage, barbaric even. As I walk amongst the remains if my village, of my world, I think I can hear the laughter of children, the tinkling of bells. But then I remind myself- they killed my world.
They Killed My World • Opuss № I