Atmospheric Pressure

They have their helmets on, and bodies heavily covered as they walk slowly towards the crowd like armadillos. Each one of the men in helmets know that it is their duty to stop their friends, strangers, and countrymen from getting a way through the palace gates. Sweat drips on their skins, as they come closer to the men and women who defend their rights to good living; they are part of the crowd, but also part of the Law. A fight ensues within them, tearing their conscience apart like continental drift and tremors. Attempting to ignore the fight in their minds, they yell their lungs out, as they run towards their own people. Bones and spirits break, as well as a sense of belonging. The security personnel are treated as outcasts by the crowd, who boo them with so much hate in their eyes; a sense of democracy inherited from their fathers, is cut short by people who only want to feed their families...