The Octopus

Played like a fool, a man, used to be a servant of the municipality ended up crying in the hands of the little kids. His wrinkled forehead says it all. Slippers of different colours flew towards him. The poor oldman no longer recognized cried for he could not bare to witness the reality on his eyes. Like a pressure sent on his old ragged body. The old man in the age of 65 did cry publicly. Like who among the rest could accept the reality, that he could not even bare the pressure on his broaden shoulders. He cried in the hands of the young. Chased like a dog, and ended up moving back to his home. The white hair of the oldman is his last, and he no longer lives after that. The voices on his head did made him mentally ill, and the faces of the young one says it all. The critics did made him mad, eventually leading him to death. The madness inside his head make him forget of what he is. The laughter, the mockery the jest, the critics of the young, the harassment, he did face it with his own eyes. Too much for an old man to bare. While he, is gradually being torture, unbeknown to anyone, there are also young who are being torture inside the head. It seems like there is a great distinction between humans and citizens and dogs. He suffered more than enough in the early 2003, and it is now 2024, a hell of a life. A young teacher, on the face of the crowd, is also being insulted inside the head. He says, there is a great distinction between us, humans and citizens. It hurts to say this but a decade is not enough. While he too, is suffering, there are those who are also professional who no longer love their place. "Have you ever tried teaching the young ones of our local town?."." I have done it, long before.". "I never saw you even ones?.". "I did, in the silence. I promised, I hated that place.". The a man, stood on a chair, and he took his life on a rope. "What a tragic ending for a guy.". It's sad to say that such things are happening in one place. While it was happening on somewhere, an old man, on the street is like a mentally craze human being. "Can you hear their voices?.". "It is, I heard them.". "They say I am hallucinating.". "No you are not. It is their real voices.". "They say, I am, I sold and left my house. My parents left me like a fool. I am all alone here. I know your aunts, you must be acquited with them.". " I am just a new boy in town, how and In what way did my aunt hurt you.". The jeering of the crowd, made me lunatic, they told me, I am hallucinating. I am not?.". "No you are not.". Said by the guy, then his vision moved back. "So this is what it is." His vision moved back to the place where he currently lives and he remember the word of his grandmother "Do not, take it to heart, for it is real. Move on and be strong.", said by the old woman, to her grandson. For she knows what it is. He looked around his place and he did realize how dirty it is. While, he is on his house, someone in the shadows are lurking. "This is what the government is. Be brave, young one. The eyes of the government and their ears.".