I passed a man building a wall in front of his home one day. Intrigued, I approached him. He regarded me warmly, welcoming me into his company and home. But he would not stop working on his wall. After a short time, I could contain my curiosity no longer.
“Why do you build this wall?” I ask
“Because evil people keep making it fall.” He replies while setting another block.
“What evil people?”
“You know, the evil people. The illegal, the criminal and the lazy. All the leeches that want to exploit my labor.”
“How do they exploit your labor?”
“They invade my land, destroy my property and refuse to help rebuild.”
“The invasion begins as soon as darkness covers the skies. My friends on TV tell me who the enemy is and how dangerous they are. So I go into my home and load my guns in case they manage to get inside.”
“How do you know they are outside?”
“I can hear the noise they make.”
“They bang and beat on my door. They demand entry, cry, scream and try to climb in windows.”
“Why do they do that?”
“My TV friends say it’s because they hate me.”
“Don’t you know?”
“I never ask. The cops chase them off first.”
“How do they do that?”
“By shooting at them. That’s how my property gets destroyed.”
“By cops shooting?”
“No. By bad people trying to get shot.”
“They purposely get shot?”
“Of course. If they didn’t want shot they would make different choices. They would seek safety like I do in my home. Not scream into the night, beat on peoples doors, and break down walls.”
I left the man and his wall but regarded it from a distance. As I watched, a great mechanized shade rose and covered the man’s property in darkness. He then entered his house and locked it up tight.
As the man finished, a great door opened in the earth, revealing a boiling pit beneath. Millions of souls stood trapped between the swelling death and the gate. As it opened, all the souls that could, rushed away from certain doom.
They crashed against the man’s wall, the millions of bodies crushing those that arrived first as the rest scaled the bodies of their fellows in a mad dash for escape. A few made it over the wall and spotted the house. They fell upon the door, begging and pleading for assistance.
Men, women and children pleaded for entry. Mothers held up anemic children crying “Save my baby! He has done nothing wrong!” Their cries were met with silence as the unwashed masses crossed the small border.
Before the horde fleeing certain death could pass very far, a swarm of police materialized. The dark voids where eyes once sat stared blindly at the mass of souls. In a unified motion, the unseeing and unfeeling force marched to block the escapees.
The police marched to the beat of war drums played by figures raised above the rest. One figure stood out from the rest, his countenance and demeanor offering solace while his tone and words demanded blood. The drummers cycled around, each taking a turn with dominance as they played.
Unseeing pits stared blankly from unmoving armor stained in blood as more and more police materialized. Like marionettes animated by sound, they shambled into position, blocking the escapees. The tide of bodies crashed against the shore of police and was contained for a moment.
The rhythm of the drumming was unsettling and maddening. It bellowed fear and rumbled the countryside with hatred. The Drummer whipped and wailed, he spat and wept as he worked himself into a frenzy before a bank of cameras.
Gunfire erupted in an endless barrage of lead. The cacophony added to the swelling chorus of drumming. The bullets cut through the crowded masses, indiscriminately cutting their pleas for mercy short.
The wails of a child made motherless were cut short with measured efficiency. Please for help became please for mercy before falling silent. The clattering roar of automatic fire subsided as the last man became meat.
An officer approached the only sliver of wall to survive the hellfire. A swift kick ensured that the entire wall lay in complete ruins. The officer surveyed the carnage, taking pride in a job well done.
The almost imperceptible twitch of a tiny hand sticking above the rubble caused the officer to rebound in fear. The startled tool unleashed a blistering rain of lead upon the tattered remains reducing the diapered form to a mass of spaghetti.
Massive bulldozers rumbled and clanked as police directed them to push the mangled corpses back into piles. Massive machines ground the organic matter before extruding the resulting pulp into perfectly formed bricks. It only took moments for the evidence of the massacre to evaporate.
The great door that had promised freedom to so many slammed closed. The police ensured the timed lock was properly reset before the drummer directed all gathered to silence. As silence returned to the barren wasteland, the police and drummers melted back into the darkness.
It wasn’t long until the massive shade retracted, once again revealing the sun. The man in the house exited and looked at the place where a wall once stood. Grabbing his tools once again, he started rebuilding the wall.
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