Radioactive Queen
I'm a radioactive queen.
Everything I touch dies. My father… he died, for peace.
But I? I order death. I surrender. I accept.
I'm Queen of the World. Puppet of a greedy controlling man, bent on conquering the world. Me, I shall be the figurehead of this destructive course.
People are dying.
I'm the Queen, the one supposedly in charge. But do I have any real power?
No and I laugh bitterly.
I'm prettified, pampered and powdered. Paraded out for the people.
Wearing a silk dress with a nice sash, I smile and wave. The crown implies royalty, yet I shake and cower before my duties, my obligations… To my people the World Nation. I owe them, for all the lives that have been lost in the quest for peace and equality for all.
Is this fair? Right? No!
That is why I must show them I am Queen! That I deserve this title, and I accept everything that comes with this. I may be in a weak position but I shall not back down to this challenge. I will promote peace! Peace shall come… and peace is the only way to peace.
They must let go of the past and embrace the future. Let go of the difficulties that tie us back and leap forward.
This is my future.
I shall longer be poison to touch.
I'll be queen.
Even if I fail, if I die.
I shall be Queen.
And all that comes of that.
Every last duty.
Even if it means, turning away from you and my true ideals.
I sigh, standing up and drawing the curtains. The heavy velvet hides me from the yellow sunlight, I feel safer.
All is not right. How can I help?
I don't want to be radioactive, the world withering under my touch. Flourish I say! And bloom under the gaze of peace.
That is how it should be.
Am I right but?
"This is all I have… The only course, that is peaceful. That's all it can be…" I whisper quietly.
This is my influence, as queen, the radioactive queen. Spreading my dangerous ideals of peace, corrupting the people was pacifism. That's how it's going to be.