A New Democracy

The wind was still and clear in the sky over us, and we had just received the scarce nurishment of cold food of the morning, and many whent without breakfast in the camp out in the fields. The lonely road was without use or movement, and guarded by stout figures of soldiers. I stood outside by the tent, surrounded by a spacious iron fence, which kept us prisoners. The town, as I could figure from the distant annunciations of the military, was in total emptyness. At each corner of the streets and squares patroled the masked police, in all their authority, and at times leading marching drills about the town square. At only few times were the refugees led out in uniformed lines down the streets for the evening work, in constructing the gun towers. Out of much of the worry that one would have at the fancy of the mind, one would fear three fates: death by the captivity of the law, the terrible eruptions of the sun, or the fate of a plagued body. In the situation of the raging plague, people would rather, I say, become possesed by chains of the police power.

From rumors to tidings of the frontier, a skism was there in Washington, as I heard, and over the constitutional jurisdiction, and a current Police State claimed control over the nation to the west and south, and somewhat nearing east, now under a new democracy. Word reached me that the war of the middle east had worsened into a destined, probable start of a world war. Yet our democracy was empowered by a sensational faction, under a style of leadership unfamiliar to people, of a communistic influance, it was for, indeed, the sake of a nation and its people, as I saw the capturing of the hundreds of fugitives. The mightyness of their orders of guns and force was visibly magnificant here in the residence of the town. Over the road townwards, above the tent tops, pass the church steeple of the town, from a hilly view, at sea the army powers had concentrated a busy port of the conveyance of heavy guns and war tanks about the shore, set to protect our border fences.

There I spied that significant deliverings of resources were alive about the bay, as they managed their works in preparing the weapons and recruits, gunners and tanks, pounder by pounder, the place was set for war. Fridgets were armed and led to sea in the guidance of the gunships out into the open. The harbor was incalculably enforced by the militants and their many guns, and, as I described, the vigilance under the hounds. I witnessed how they had quickly pervaded the place with work and guns, and by military order, made the people theirs to keep. Although there was an early uproar of anger against this new law, as I still find it unbaringly strange, those townspeople kept guarded in their tents and gray uniforms named by the colored patches, we feared the guns and the hungered dogs, and the sticks that the police used to beat the resistant ones.


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