Horizons

Episode 83

After little by little hearing complaints, I understood that they were on the edge of fatigue. How not? Their homes were poisoned. Their land is hurt. And their environment is polluted. With the greedy people in the tie it makes their home a money-making field, dredged endlessly and then discarded after wear and tear. The permit of the mine seems to be left wandering.

Those money-hungry creatures made huge deep holes. After dredging out what was inside, they just left it. Almost in every corner of the ground a lot of dangerous gaping hole remains were found. The passing animals were often mired, starving and dying inside. Even humans sometimes slip into the remains of excavations that are not restored. Not to mention the forests that are cleared, or even burned for land expansion. Its smoke billowed through the air for days, slowly killing every creature around it.

Excavation permits are increasingly widespread, the history of where people grow crops or just grazing their livestock. Polluted water sources, waste everywhere, rampant disease. One by one they fell. To eat daily just all mediocre, plus the plague that comes crashing. If it's like this who's to blame? Who is responsible for the suffering of the little people whose voices are not even heard?

My heart aches to hear them blame the apparatus that seems to be blocking them. Yes, the abuse was spilled for the police and soldiers who were assigned to maintain order there. They are just doing the job of a superior. Silence in the face of the rage of time. Refusing cannot. His body was used as a shield for the political elite in the name of the state. Let's just say these people understand, their real enemies are not people in green and brown uniforms. But a few people were sitting up there.

Drizzle began to come, followed by the sound of explosions from the crowd. Everyone was astonished, wondering what was going on?

The drizzle was still down, accompanied by the sound of firecrackers and warning shots of hollow bullets fired by the order guards. One of the medical team pulled my hand to immediately deal with the victims who had just been brought in. My body is there, but my mind goes far outside, worrying about the condition of men who are carrying the mandate on behalf of the country.

I repeatedly took a breath, calming down from the haunting bad thoughts. My concentration is broken. Especially after seeing victims from the authorities who are getting longer and longer. The rain came down to accompany the voices of the protesters from the loudspeaker machines. I really can't help myself anymore. I finally ran out, no matter the rain. All I want is one, make sure Kendra's okay.

My vision blurred because of the swift water that flushed down. Far ahead there, I can see the unrest that is becoming more and more. The rallies have turned to brutality and anarchy, attacking frontline guards with stones and sharp weapons. I saw several people in green uniforms running through the crowd, saving one of the officers who was hit with stones and glass bottles. Oh no, one of those people is Kendra. He lowered his head to help the fallen officers, helped him stand up and carried him away. But unfortunately, a stone hit his shoulder. Accompanied by the throwing of glass shard that stuck in the temple. I screamed, wanting it to feel like I was running there, but my body was pulled by someone who kept yelling at me to wake up. I revolted, but it was very difficult to escape the grip of the best bodyguard Papa choice. I don't know what continues to be shouted by Madam Egi in my ears, because it feels like my world stopped seeing the man I love so much, now carried helplessly with a bloody head.