I stared at the cold, stone hands gripping the tight and torn rope. Arthur Songman, founder of our town. He went on quite an adventure to get here and all he had was his trusty rope. The statue commemorates him. I can’t look at it. it just reminds me of the horror I had to face that day. In our town we have to groups, the rich and the poor. They treat us like slaves , like we aren’t even human. Although he may seem like a god, Arthur started it all. Rich, adored, inspiring Arthur. All with one basic move.
Posted onSeptember 11, 2018
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