I fear (Prose)

I fear that woman, walking on the bridge with orange flowers in her hands. She drops them into the river and smiles, relieved that at last with the river's flowing water her sins would wither away. But never did she realise that her deeds have made the water go stagnant.

I fear that guy you see everyday on local streets. With a 'being human'  printed on his shirt, he walks with revenge in his eyes, vanity in his walk and guilt in his hands.

I fear those who teach. People who suffocate little curious brains within the educational boundaries set by the big gamers. With the Nobel that they do, their wanting walks along.

I fear our leaders. Between what they say and what they believe in, there resides a thin line of our work and their grins. Grins of opportunism rests below their most promising claims!