Oh change will come...
The delicious pot roast felt tasteless in my mouth as my tongue rolled it over and over again. My mind had never felt so calm. I was going to be executed! Just the thought brought a little laugh out of my dry lips. I wish my dad was here to see this. he groomed me for this, he wanted me to make my impact in the world- and today? Today I would become a martyr. The people on the streefs will protest until their last dying breath, until the last shot is fired by the government soldiers. Then, if I did my job correctly, I will become immortilized in a statue in Central Square. Some people may still be angry by the time that statue is erected in my name, but they will come to understand that it was necessary. Being a peacemaker is no easy job. Desposong of the few to save the whole takes a lot out of you. I know. You always decide to sacrifice your soul to save everyone- the sacrifice being that many will come to remember you as a monster. But the majority will recognize everything you did and gave to save them. I know that that day will come. I have hope. At least I guarantee that I won't be easily forgotten. The bells will ring, and I will be taken to Central Square. My chin will be raised high and my eyes will shine with pain and yet resilience; with humbleness and yet glory. Half the crowd will cheer, and the other side will protest against the injustice of it all. My head will roll and the revolution will begin. i wipe my hands eith the napkin and let out a satisfying burp. I stand up and ready for change.