The Johnsons danced in the greenfields.
The radio had just announced that their state would separate and join others to become one free country.
Dad handed Mum a yellow daisy and she stuck it in the scarecrow’s coat, making siblings Lucy and Lance roar with laughter.
Their joy was shattered when their ruler refused to abide by his citizens’ wishes and called in the army. The people revolted and one-thrid of the state was valiantly freed.
Governments initially supported a plebiscite for the oppressed people, but the occupying state’s strong economy sealed the lips of two-faced world leaders, resulting in decades of occupation, murder and torture.
The word ‘militant’ replaced freedom fighter and cross-border help from their liberated fellow citizens, declared terrorism.
A greying Lucy stood near the graves of her mother and brother in the same greenfield they’d celebrated their assumed freedom. Dad had been dragged away by soldiers who viciously beat Mum. Lance was shot in the face.
Lucy vowed to continue the freedom struggle, as did other children of this brave, forgotten land.
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