The Weak Don't Seem To Get It
The next week,
Near the outskirts of Estonia, a massive protest was unfolding. The local houses and shops stood deserted, their usual bustle replaced by a sea of agitated citizens filling the streets.
They waved signboards high, the bold text screaming their discontent: "DON'T STEAL OUR HOMES!", "WHA CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES", "WE DON'T NEED YOUR PROTECTION", "PROTECT MOTHER NATURE!"
The air was thick with shouts and chants, a tangible cloud of defiance and anger.
Amidst the tumult, police officers were visibly struggling to contain the crowd, their efforts seeming almost futile against the wave of public outrage.
Government officials lingered at the edges, exchanging helpless glances, their usual composure replaced by uncertainty and concern. They were busy on their phones, as if trying to ring all the help they could get.