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.