Voice of the hounding shadow - 5 - Companion of Teardrops
Chapter 1 To beloved Proletrate class, This is an open letter by a man who was indignified as coward and traitor in front of you all. By organizing hundreds of conferences and countless meetings, our Comrades successfully wrote me off as low life. No stage was provided for me to argue for my side of truth. In court trail, even the man who killed his own mother will get a chance to express his side of reasoning. No Proletrate heeded to my pleadings. The proletariat class gave me the maximum punishment It could give. Every worker I met, spit on my face. With no job, no one to help, I went to the dog and was woefully left alone to die in hunger. In a few days, my body will begin to decompose with no one to care to dispose of. I am not worried about all these since I choose this path willingly. Not one or two times, more than fifty times, I was dissuaded to change my mind. Some of the Comrades implored me to relent. Few of them threatened me. I did not yield. Why was I fir...