They were new. They were the change. But they heard another change was coming. A new dictator – a symbol of hope supposedly.
He came, but he didn’t like change. He was stone, indifferent to the outside world. He was a conventional slave, who was scared from trying out the new.
It was massacre, one by one he played his moves. These people opposed to the injustice, the oppression in the most gentle way possible. He was ruthless, unwilling to listen to anything. He did not respect women, nor did he follow the standard protocols of running an empire. He left every other minister with no choice but either to follow him or die.
Alas! These new people, their philosophy, all were at the verge of extinction, but he didn’t care. What had they done? They tried to make him understand their value with logical arguments. But given a dictator that he was, he didn’t allow them to speak and hardly met them.
The decision was taken to banish them, to ensure that no further new people is ever born in the state. These people being constitutional beings, looked forward for redress. They had only hope on their side, a hope for a brighter future, a hope for a better world for everyone.