Drip. It's hot outside; nasty gnats and stale air; radiating heat and sweaty self. Dry dirt and sickly warm pavement. Yuck.
Cars zoom by, generating gusts of wind that do nothing but tease me. Looking up, I can only imagine what the shade feels like, and what its like to stop working. My heart pounds, and I brush sweat drops from my eyelashes as the seconds tick by. It's disturbing. It's disturbing that pedestrians can walk by without batting an eyelid towards my direction. Slavery. That's all this is. Publicized slavery in the form of child labor. And for some reason nobody seems to notice me. They continue to listen to their MP3 players and I-pods, walking cheerfully on their way. They walk their dogs. They whistle and grin. The one thing they don't do is notice me.
Ugh. I can feel bile rising in my throat. My head's beginning to swim; my hands are blurring and although I'm standing still, it feels like I'm standing on ocean waves. Dropping to my knees, I breathe heavily, curling my hands into fists as I tell myself to breathe in, and then breathe out. Inhale, exhale. Slowly.
When I finally catch my breath, it is all I can do to keep myself from raging at the gods for such injustice. This is horrendous; it is evil! Forcing a young, bright boy into the fields to work away his talent and potential—this is abominable. It's inhumane. I won't stand for it. Something needs to be done. What we need is a revolution.
To overthrow the monsters who allow such pain and suffering! To destroy the system that enforces such a society! To usher in a new world of peace and love and cookies! That is what we need; and who better than me to start the rebellion?
I throw myself down on the grass, and turn off the lawn mower. I am a mountain. Nothing, not even a typhoon could move me. Well, maybe a typhoon, but short of that, nothing.
It's really sad to think that I've only gotten a tenth of the lawn mowed.
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