A Patriot's Plea

[RedSentinel]

In the light of dusk, a single boy with a ladder would be seen, several Regals in hand and a stack of papers under his arm as he went around to various posts and trees, some of them already covered in papers by the self appointed poet "Icarus Albatross". In total, about ten posters went up, bearing a plea and the image of a knight with his head bowed solemnly.

To those who desecrate the word pious with their lips.
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To those who claim to speak of ruin and rot.
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To those who would proclaim false of a people's dream in their hunt for glory.
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Where do your false words stop? When will your promises end? When will the day come when men, all men are shackle-less under the sun in body and mind? When will my brothers and sisters share a draft of heavenly wine in the bonds of friendship when the iron gauntlet of the mind's tyranny has been thrown down? When will cowards stand, naked in their equality and face their debtors? Who among us will be strong enough to make a cry in the darkness without fear? I wait only for the answer of the many.

-John Appleton

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[DrFong]

Some do. Some don't. But ignorance is a poor price for peanut butter.

 

[AtticCat]

A certain poet would be moving past the trees covered in papers and promptly stop, their face only masked but shoulders barren of any cloak so they appeared like any other person that was attempting to keep themself clean of sickness despite knowing they were already plagued. They leaned back on their heels before giving an approving nod, "Good to see other papers."