Welcome To The New Age

It's their fault. All their fault. Everyone knew that much. I listen to the crack of a whip as I look up into the stained sky. It's followed by three more, then shouting, it must be to another officer because their not speaking English. I refuse to turn around and look at the scene. It scares me too much that I might recognize the face crying in the mud. I hear the sound of boots and then the dragging of heels, they must have taken the person away to confinement. They start shrieking and begging to let them be, and for one moment I stop toiling. I know I'll regret it, the minute I look over my shoulder I'm going to hate myself just a little more, but I do it anyway. I compromise with myself and just take a glance, but that glance was enough to break my heart in two. That face, that voice, they were the most familiar to me than any other, one of the strongest things I remember from the before. I take my tool firmly in my hands and begin to toil again. As the shrieking begins to fade away, I feel every last bit of my soul fade with it.

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"Good bye, lil' sis,"