The Smoke Screen

A protest limping under the weight of abuses while masquerading as non-violent, cannot be peaceful.

The generation being credited as the smartest got played by the shadows whispering encrypted spells into their devices.

A random few among this generation got lured into a euphoria, exposing a side of itself that it will one day abhor and despise when life weighs more heavily upon it a few decades from now.

They let the world silently ridicule them, while a handful among them even relished a success that could be bought so cheaply.

It could have been a proud moment for the country to witness democracy shining at its brightest, carried forward by the generation that will inherit the nation tomorrow. Instead, they were tricked by ghosts whose allegiance remains unknown, ghosts that have now disappeared, leaving them with scarred reputations and a void that will keep them vulnerable to the very same forces that will regroup, change colors, and return.