The Absolut Throne

We live off the rice we grow, A lifetime of breathing in the land of birth, We live from the hope of the morrow, Remembering our nation that once mired, We are just people of the so-called holy land, But we are colonized and robbed by our own kind. This might be the last thing I can do to stop the pain. I heard a lot of tears, famine and inequity all over the place on this land from a radio in my room. Yet, I still cannot stand on my feet to stop this rotten system. This is way more vicious than a war crime. We don't know what we are fighting for. From what I heard, there's almost no hope. The people are starving, but our king seems to never care about all that has been happening for years. Taxes are increasing almost ten times higher in merely 5 years, but the last information we got is that allowance for the parliamentary increased by three hundred percent per month. While our people get paid far below the minimum regional standard that has been written in our law system. Many speculations are brought up in the air like smoke, But from so many speculations, I hate that people tend to believe this is a punishment from God, and they start to carry out the offering ceremony across the country. Various atonement ceremonies and offerings are carried out more frequently, ranging from small offerings to the s*******r of their livestock. And things have gotten even more terrifying in the last five years. There is a cult that is making human sacrifices. They believe that the more they surrender, the more God will build them a palace in heaven. Almost everyone has lost all reasonable hope. With living conditions becoming increasingly unsuitable, many people are starting to fall ill. I predict there will soon be a disease outbreak that will worsen the situation. Young men who are still sane choose to join the military, thinking that at least their lives won't be in vain, and they can eat more properly. Although they ultimately faced many hardships, the country's military was used to support the international war, which was now entering its second year. The rest were sent to fight the people who were demonstrating for justice. It is predicted that soon, when the countries of the world have chosen their allies, a third world war will take place. And I, I don't know what will happen to me next. I currently live in a simple house, far from the city. My place still feels livable because there haven't been too many riots. Everything still bothers me. I'm afraid to move forward. And for the past two years, I've been having strange dreams that keep recurring in my head. The thought of family and happy times with a soulmate makes me want to cry. Because none of that is possible, the only thing I remember is my life here. Without family or husband, just me. I survive by working for a non-profit foundation, helping local children get a better education. However, sometimes I'm a little sad. Because students who have passed the age of 18 are sent to the city to work or join the military, based on individual abilities. I just wish I could see them once, but since I started working here, none of my students have returned. I also don't really remember when I started this job. Everything just feels right, assured with sufficient information.