Found Family

We're on our way.

I watch, as the town burns.

I wandered in, I stayed for a while, I scavenged what I needed.

I considered staying. But then….

I saw what they did with the children. What they did not do.

Why are some exalted above others? While the weaker, the smaller- they are left to struggle.

Sigh. There is always something. Something that occurs, that is seen, that invades my soul, that claws its way into my throat, that rolls off my tongue.

And then, after it is said, I am usually expelled. Or “persuaded” to leave on my own.

But this time, I have decided not to only speak, but also to act.

I collect the children that are cast aside. My babies, my tribe now. They look to me with hope. We will travel the world. We will mete out justice for those like us.

We will not be back, children. Take what you need and set the rest ablaze.

Ignore their cries, as they did yours.

Come. The next town awaits.

(Inspired by Miguel S.microfic prompt, “Nomad”)