Pigsty

Things have changed; these days they didn’t kill, they only
pointed at you with the finger it was enough. Then, they make
a circle that always becomes smaller; they slowly get closer
you retreat against the wall, until in desperation you, alone,
open a hole to hide into it.
When the circle was cleared, another respectable, lovable
man stood in its place.

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