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Loosing hope - Zeltak - 06-26-2009
Zarevo walked towards the radio, and turned it on.
A buzzing sound came out before he tweaked it to the right frequency.
Zarevo glared at the painting. The frame was made out of real oak, covered in a illuminating golden color. The painting itself, showed Vladimir Lenin standing on top of an armored car, reaching for the attention of the surrounding crowd. The sky was painted with a bright red color, and on the very center of this fascinating sky, was the symbol of the Coalition: The hammer and the sickle.
"Ah yes... our symbol, our hope, our strength." Zarevo said, quietly for himself. The hammer was superimposed on a sickle. The two tools were the symbols of the industrial proletariat and the peasantry; placing them together symbolizes the unity between industrial and agricultural workers.
Zarevo went closer to the painting, he reached his eyes to meet Lenin's eyes.
"Old man, I used to have so much devotion to you and your teachings, but lately I have started to loose it. Tell me old man, what should I do? I look at our actions, but I see no change. I only see more blood being spilled, more humans turn to corpses, more grief to the people.
If our cause will benefit so much to the people, then why don't they listen to us?
Why do they insist, why do they refuse, why do they despise?
Old man, I have extinguished hundreds of lives for your name and for your teachings.
Old man, you existed for so many years ago, but not much has changed. Instead of rifles we use laser-cannons and instead of tanks we use space-crafts.
Nothing we do will change. Our mistake, our flaw, was that we believed in humans. We believed wrong."
Zarevo went to his window and observed the mighty Coalition vessels which patrolled the light-blue cloud-looking space. "Look at them, fools, just like me. Everything I believed in, everything I fought for, nothing have I accomplished other than putting more men to their graves. The very people we try to aid, we are hurting. I'm sorry mother, I don't know what they will do to you when I leave, I can only pray that your soul will be safe amongst my fallen comrades.
Dasvidaniya, Old man... dasvidaniya."