The Silver River
The Silver River
This is a story of many things, of wealth and poverty, of greed and
grasping, of despair and hope, a story of rivers and men.
Of sacrifice and death.
Death enough to free a river.
Balls
The Third World war was well on itsway to beginning by the time a century had turned it's page on the First. Major powers maneuveredand manipulated the minds of their peoples on behalf of the powerful for ends no one would speak of in the public'seye. It was a time for politicians to speak angrily of freedom and the right of the free to bomb and murder those who suffered under oppressions thumb. The ultimate sacrifice deemed a fair price for these far off slaves to tyranny to pay if only they could be free.
Of course the first people to be targeted for freedom were the wealthy poor, those born into lucky countries blessed with tricksy deserts and hidden valleys hiding oils and minerals of arcane properties and value. From the Mediterranean Sea down along ancient trade routes to the borders of India people were been set free daily by the latest military technology money could invent.
Governments crumbled and rebels rebelled, the migration of the now guilty free not reported until one of them exploded in a country where bombs were generally made and exported not set off. Then the refuge-free beware, their ingratitude for bringing some of their new freedom home to roost is splashed across the world to vilify and denounce them and ultimately used to justify more madness.
Free Free Freedom the press stuttered constantly, mind terrorists unwilling to admit their culpability in the face of so much loss.
It was a shitstorm of biblical proportions and people bled out daily as the howling world-wind spun them free.
'Sucks to be you.' said the rich.
As they always have they gladly let others pay this price for their power and their wealth, ripping to shreds the best intentions of the masses and their innocent dreams of a better world. Life for millions became a lottery, one you could win or lose at anytime. No ticket was paid for, you're born into the game and it was only when the game ended and you looked at your ticket that you realised that you were actually a ball the whole time not a player.
But.
Balls sometimes roll their own way and drop where they will, not where they are aimed and sometimes, very rarely, a ball rolls so hard in such an unexpected direction that it smashes the players right out of the game.