I stood among thousands of angry rioters with fire laced in the veins of their eyes. They hurled rocks and razed small buildings to the ground with a viciousness only seen in the empty stare of a dog with rabies. The rebel leader pumped round after round of shotgun shells into the air and the crowd responded with renewed enthusiasm. Crime was rampant along every avenue and alleyway. There was no reasoning with the mob. They reminded me of zombies without souls, hatred fueled by propaganda and ignited by ignorance. I ran towards home to rescue my beloved from madness.
July 17, 2012
100 Words: Mutiny