Ermilia’s Picture it & Write.


The riot went on for days without ceasing. An angry mob, majority of whom were young men, had gathered in the town square, calling frantically for heads to roll. Out of youthful zeal and misguided fanaticism, some set shops and cars ablaze and destroyed public property worth millions with petrol bombs. The police were at their wits’ end and were completely outnumbered and ‘outgunned’.  It didn’t really matter to the public that the government was calling for calm. Even the journalists jeered at the Presidential Spokesperson when he held the press conference. The public’s dissatisfaction with the government had evidently overspilled its banks.

“They killed my father for no apparent reason,” wailed a protestor.

“My husband died and I didn’t even get to say goodbye,” said an elderly woman in tears.

“How could they shoot unarmed people?” an angry protestor chipped in.

The march…

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