The Old Chum

Sameer was exhaling the smoke of his tobacco in his favorite wooden shiny pipe.The smoke was rounding around the air before dwindling.

He went on ," Don't let them happy .Those cunning bosses are really greedy .They are inherited by pharaohs system ".

Fazan giggles." The ruling party,the elites ,are rich and noble cause they are kinda predators " .

" They enslaved the mass.Happy seeing them poor and weak .So they can be exploiting them for ever ,They put rules to be obeyed ,pay them at the price as they want " .

" Live and die as they want " .

" But one thing they don't aware..the real sole ruler is the Creator.He let them chose that they like ".

" For the time being, anyone is free with the choice,after some time."

" At least death telling the fact ".

" History said that haphazardly..the mass work as horses for the elite wellness and wealth ".

"It's such a trial and what we name fate l supposed" .

The wind blew among the trees .

Barking dogs sounded from a far distance.

.*****Trista
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