Literature
Americas' folly
Walking down the street one day, I saw a young girl who appeared to be lost.
I came to her with kind words and a warm smile.
She dared not speak, I could see the fear in her eyes.
She would not calm, so I walked on.
Not more than a few yards down the street a man of incredible size, pushing his way through the crowds, brought fear into my eyes.
By no means did I feared an attack, but rather, I feared the power he held over me.
Yet, In his eyes I found fear as well...
What could a man of this size possibly fear?
I noticed a smaller man in a business suit following close behind.
He walked behind the larger man as if he owned him,
which I'm sure