“I’m telling you that thing has to be destroyed!” The left-winger bellowed. “It’s a demon set upon us by those free thinking liberals! Kill it! Kill it!”
“That is certainly no demon but the Angel Gabreill himself, sent down from the very heavens to aid us in our campaign against the uprising and those that would entertain war mongering and cultural genocide!” A soft spoken right-winger responded.
The progressive, who sat quietly observing the melee added, “We should capture it and paint it and put it on display for all the world to see and learn from!”
The historian warned against revisionist history. The pope admonished those wishing to remove a religious effigy from its original placement. A mechanic chimed in and said he could lift it away, for a fee. The real estate agent offered to place it on the market and the mason could take it or leave it, whichever would be fine.
The little girl stood beneath the angel’s wings, looking up into the stoic face of the concrete monolith.
“It’s just a statue guys, leave it alone. It is, what it is,” she sighed, shaking her head as she walked away, leaving the chaos of adulthood behind.