By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

One voice rose above the den of the crowd. A small but determined voice, intent on being heard.

It took a while but ever so slowly as her voice carried, one person after another stood falling silent to listen.

“What say you girl?” Rumbled a voice carried across the land, over a blaring, slightly warped sound system.

“Mannequins Sir. I asked why our leaders are little more than mannequins striking poses in front of the television cameras and reporters?”

The official became very, very still.