Atmosphere of intolerance
It's a story about a jackal and a kingdom. About the kingdom which was reigned by a dynasty to which people gained distrust, like their forefathers did in their past. So they brought an idea. They chose a jackal in good health and good howl. They elected him to reign the throne, in an attempt to try something from the streets to rid the era of being governed by long reigning corrupt dynasty.
After a huge support and great victory, the jackal got up to the throne as king. He behaved likewise for a little time, but then he started to do what a jackal is habitual to do. He brought with him many other stray jackals and gave to them high ranks. With time he kept serving those who stood by him in his journey to the throne.
Things went on like this. People were happy with their Jackal king. Though people witnessed it many times that their king is not behaving upto his image in public and is bringing shame to kingdom, but as they were the ones who chose him, nobody pointed a finger on their own decision.
They forgot that Jackals are not wise enough to control themselves for the sake of their and their kingdom's image. For kingdoms aren't reigned by Jackals even if they are adorned with crowns of highest grade and powers of Zeus.
Sooner he and his allies started to harm the kingdom's sovereignty and happiness by cheap and dirty acts of theirs. They remained unaffected because this is what jackals do but the kingdom got it's bad name out to the other kingdoms. The Jackal king kept howling whole day and whole night but became deaf to the questions and pleadings of people. He acted like no ruler ever did.
Things weren't that worse until something happened which was expected. The people who stood for setting up the jackal as king kept supporting him and started to howl and bite opposing people in their own way.
Sooner the time arrived when people started to believe that this is how it works. Some surrendered, some enjoyed. While unexpectedly some people came up for the truth and boycotted the jackal culture but then happened what ruined the kingdom. The jackal supporters started to point fingers on their own people and stood firm for the jackal dictatorship. They strongly believed that those some people are senseless and hold neither love nor patriotism for the kingdom.
That group of people started to term the kingdom's situation as an ATMOSPHERE OF INTOLERANCE... In reaction to which many so-called True Patriots came out with their banners to stand for jackal reign and felt proud to go against their own countrymen...
Jackals kept howling and people kept following them. They kept trusting their king unknown of the trouble which was waiting for them around the corner: The dungeon which swallows nobody but a countrymen who follows not a kingdom but a king.
Unknown of where they have arrived, they kept fighting under the dark of the jackal shadow. What they set to throne, placed them down on the ground. The losses bear and the time lost remained unknown but stood carved on the hearts of every person that witnessed that false ruling and their own loss for the price of it.
Jackals finally reached where they were meant to settle but human suffered for the mistake they did. By choosing a dictator of smartness overshadowed by cleverness. A crime that made loss that every crime does. A crime against the kingdom, a crime against humanity.
It's enough to know that the story went on and the jackals kept howling, as they will keep doing it whenever they'll get a chance. But what is shameful is that people went cheaper than jackals. Poison spilled from mouths which made the listener go numb. It went on until the love of humanity got restored once again. For a chance they always had, to either choose to share together the risings and fall or to kill each other for the benefits of throneholders. They did and they chose. To either get Raised by Unity or Destroyed by Jackals.
They got through: broken, bent, ravaged, yet united. But what stood in their hearts for the rest of their lives was the time they lived and the losses they chose...
IN AN ATMOSPHERE OF INTOLERANCE....
© Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015
After a huge support and great victory, the jackal got up to the throne as king. He behaved likewise for a little time, but then he started to do what a jackal is habitual to do. He brought with him many other stray jackals and gave to them high ranks. With time he kept serving those who stood by him in his journey to the throne.
Things went on like this. People were happy with their Jackal king. Though people witnessed it many times that their king is not behaving upto his image in public and is bringing shame to kingdom, but as they were the ones who chose him, nobody pointed a finger on their own decision.
They forgot that Jackals are not wise enough to control themselves for the sake of their and their kingdom's image. For kingdoms aren't reigned by Jackals even if they are adorned with crowns of highest grade and powers of Zeus.
Sooner he and his allies started to harm the kingdom's sovereignty and happiness by cheap and dirty acts of theirs. They remained unaffected because this is what jackals do but the kingdom got it's bad name out to the other kingdoms. The Jackal king kept howling whole day and whole night but became deaf to the questions and pleadings of people. He acted like no ruler ever did.
Things weren't that worse until something happened which was expected. The people who stood for setting up the jackal as king kept supporting him and started to howl and bite opposing people in their own way.
Sooner the time arrived when people started to believe that this is how it works. Some surrendered, some enjoyed. While unexpectedly some people came up for the truth and boycotted the jackal culture but then happened what ruined the kingdom. The jackal supporters started to point fingers on their own people and stood firm for the jackal dictatorship. They strongly believed that those some people are senseless and hold neither love nor patriotism for the kingdom.
That group of people started to term the kingdom's situation as an ATMOSPHERE OF INTOLERANCE... In reaction to which many so-called True Patriots came out with their banners to stand for jackal reign and felt proud to go against their own countrymen...
Jackals kept howling and people kept following them. They kept trusting their king unknown of the trouble which was waiting for them around the corner: The dungeon which swallows nobody but a countrymen who follows not a kingdom but a king.
Unknown of where they have arrived, they kept fighting under the dark of the jackal shadow. What they set to throne, placed them down on the ground. The losses bear and the time lost remained unknown but stood carved on the hearts of every person that witnessed that false ruling and their own loss for the price of it.
Jackals finally reached where they were meant to settle but human suffered for the mistake they did. By choosing a dictator of smartness overshadowed by cleverness. A crime that made loss that every crime does. A crime against the kingdom, a crime against humanity.
It's enough to know that the story went on and the jackals kept howling, as they will keep doing it whenever they'll get a chance. But what is shameful is that people went cheaper than jackals. Poison spilled from mouths which made the listener go numb. It went on until the love of humanity got restored once again. For a chance they always had, to either choose to share together the risings and fall or to kill each other for the benefits of throneholders. They did and they chose. To either get Raised by Unity or Destroyed by Jackals.
They got through: broken, bent, ravaged, yet united. But what stood in their hearts for the rest of their lives was the time they lived and the losses they chose...
IN AN ATMOSPHERE OF INTOLERANCE....
© Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015
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