Timong Lightbringer - To the People of Now [prose]

A blow and the opponent has bent. Running jump and a kick in a stomach. The opponent falls down. A rattle from a throat.

Blow. Blow. Blow.

He was finishing him off beating the lying one. The rival the enemy ! has no more forces to resist even to rise up and to strike back.

He would surely strike back if he had risen, of course. And thats why he should not be given that chance. He must be finished off. He has been pursuing this bastard for so long through half of a country and has finally caught up. The destroyed family his family this wound was still bleeding. But it will be cured when he will see his mortal enemy, begging of mercy on his knees of mercy which he wont get. Ever.

This final triumph was so close already. Now that berk is already hardly creeps away from him, leaving a viscous trail of blood. A little bit of time and there will be a triumph his triumph his long-awaited triumph ! This, surely, will not bring his family back but nevertheless after all this swine will get what he has deserved ! His family has already faced the consequences and only he still remained

Another blow and the enemy has stopped moving on the ground. Moved no more. Absolutely.

Finally. Meet your death, bitch !

Final strike He took a pistol from his hip-pocket. A gunpoint, set on a bent and lying still man, a spiteful smile in eyes of the killer

Click.

Button click. A TV remote, thrown aside. No more ! No more ! No more !

Foolish action films ! Murders, blood and revenge animalistic rage and terrific hatred On almost all of channels. When they will finally stop broadcasting these slops ? Only a handful of channels, speaking about culture, creativity, worthy human undertakings and achievements still live on but are people accustomed to watching this ? They are being fed with crap and assured that its a food of gods. And some even believe that

Its necessary to change this system ! Mass-media need to seriously think on what they give to the people and of what they deprive people need to think of what they would really like to see

He will not stand aside. Tomorrow he will bring up this question at deputy meeting. Tomorrow he and his like-minded will tell their word one against violence, against cruelty even those exclusively cinematized.

But will they be heard ? Will they be listened to by million of viewers by each one of them ? He hoped greatly that they will be. For so much depends on that, on choices of everyone, and this choice as well.

Sat down to watch TV the first time in a month And take it. Eat it, bless you. Fie ! I ll better play and have fun with my child in this day off. Yes, its a right choice and a valuable contribution, and not some consumption of slops.

- Alex, lets go and play horses and riders !

- Whow, father ! New game, yes ? Fantastic ! Tell me, tell me about it quickly !

- Yes, well now play with you in horses and riders, and then have a jog to the stadium and back. All right ?

- Certainly, pa ! That will be great !

- Fine. So, well, listen here. Game rules are really simple

Step. And again. And again. In such minutes every moment becomes the eternity.

Ten steps to scaffold top. Nine. Eight. Seven.

Yes, he is both the criminal and the traitor. Yes, he would repeat the same again.

Where does the moment ends and the eternity begins ? Six. Five. Four.

Where does life of one ends, so that others can live on ? Three.

No one can escape its destiny and hide from it, nowhere. Two.

And in the moment of own death its only possible to accept it with gratitude. One.

To die and to live in the eternity. The top.

He is a traitor for one, and a hero for another. And there are no intermediate stages. How much does a humans life cost and who will dare to measure it ? Who will judge of the unknown destiny of which he has not a slightest idea ? Who will extol you as the hero and overthrow in a chasm of damnations later ? Who will make this all only because he can do no other ?

The Majority.

Yes, he is the murderer and the savior simultaneously. Angel and a demon in one person.

The life of one for lifes of many. And no other choice is possible here.

And that is why he is the criminal.

The life of the president of home country, who has almost plunged the world into a nuclear apocalypse its not that much for the world to live on.

And that is why he is the hero.

The former faithful companion and the right hand, who once realized what the left hand is going to make. The one chosen the most radical way to stop the ongoing madness for no other measures were capable to help.

And that is why he is the traitor.

The killers of killers angels of punishment ? Executioners of executioners? Criminals? No one will give him the right answer.

The military court and the simple majority of votes deciding his destiny. Forty nine against fifty one.

And that is why he dies today. The Majority decided so.

Life and death death and life. And there are no intermediate stages.

But not for the Majority.

The Top.

Here they are below and before him. All the Consulat. One hundred of human judges. Criminals and heroes. Killers of killers. Surprisingly small and ridiculous from this Top.

Does the life end to give a way to the Eternity or death is simply her continuation ? The moment has finally come to learn this.

A rope around a neck not the most honorable of deaths. But heroes have no right to choose as well as killers.

The sun blinding the eye above, above so small from this top

A blow and soil leaves from under feet. Let it be so. So the Majority decided. A flash of light before dimming eyes. Only an instant.

Just a single instant.

And the Eternity.

You say, that God does not exist. And I tell you, that He exists no more exclusively for you.

You grieve, that He has forsaken your world long ago. And I reply, that it was you, who barricaded from Him in the smallest world of your own, which has nothing in common with the greater one.

You complain that life is cruel and unfair. And I recommend you to look at yourselves in a mirror in the upcoming morning.

You grieve of the dead ones as those lost to this world forever. And I am starting to assert that they were lost exclusively for the vanity of yours.

You curse your work, thinking of it as a routine which takes away the time of your life aimlessly. And I ask you, what will your life look like without your work on yourselves?

You despise your enemies. And I know, how they all become the stones of non-hindrance on the road of life, once you have finally grown the wings for flight.

You all thirst for love, but, finding none, are ready to jump from the rocks of broken hopes into abysses of hatred. And I desire to know the true value of such feelings.

You state that life makes no sense and holds no purpose. And I will whisper to you, that you did not even try to search.

You declare the impossibility of possible, and deny incredibility of the obvious. And I see, how previously impossible becomes obvious, and incredible becomes possible.

You guess that life is inconceivable without movement. And I ask you not to confuse impulses of soul to petty vanity.

You worry that you do not understand others. And I am interested in questioning you Do you even know yourselves?

You pursue lifes success in hopes to get it in time, and are ready to walk over others heads. And I tell you that you are always late, for you have chosen wrong road.

You feel proud that belief is not necessary to the learnt. And I ask you whether you could learn, not believing in the possibility of the learnt ?