Salma Adams

The statue Salma Adams

The lambs and goats knew not of where they were, the grass they ate or the savage creatures that haunted the fields. They knew nothing. And with this, there was always a fear, a burrowing terror that never ceased. Fear and violence devoured what was most of their petty lives but none fought back. They thought they had nothing to fight for -the outside being but a terror of unfound secrets- and nothing to protect them. Until the statue arrived, however it might. Still, silent, ceaseless. And with this, a faith grew. Strong and willed, their beliefs and structure. But with belief, there are rules, And it takes a rule to segregate, to separate and to oppress It takes a rule, to soon, bring the chaos.