Rip Friendship

Not once upon a time, but in this very century. There lived three friends, who ate, drank and made merry. Fast friends they were, since their kindergarten days. And after graduating, they went different ways. Scott went for finance, and Roger marketing. Though Paul was into fine arts, they never stopped meeting. There came a ruler, who had a different view. All the subjects rejoiced, in the hope of something new. Scott found him outstanding, to Roger he was crook. And in each and every meeting, more heads than hands shook. Paul, being an artist, was most reluctant. But day by day he found, his friends grow distant. As protests grew louder, amidst reforms galore. Oppression too heightened, and sanctions became more. On one such turbulent day, as violence marred the streets. On one side there were slogans, on the other marching beats. Paul was out on work, and was walking past the bridge. As the protests turned menacing, there were sounds of cartridge. As bricks and bullets flew, there was a faint sound of thud. A man was seen face down, lying in a pool of blood. As Scott and Roger bade, their dearest pal goodbye. Whose bullet killed their friend? That both sides did deny. As the morning journal spread, the death turned to gossip. But Scott and Roger knew, it was the death of Friendship.