The Way Things Should Be
So sad. That is how I feel about the way things are, the way things shouldn’t be but simply are. Why is it that evil men and women flourish in this despicable trade of oppression, of tyranny and of injustice? I wonder. In their gluttonous acts of evil they rape democracy; they plunder her halls of justice and leave behind their seed of injustice that will one day give birth to chaos. For such is the nature of evil. So rich in poverty, so fertile in barrenness, and yet still desirous of more evil. This Regime makes cycles, endless cycles of promises, or rather lies, of economic prosperity and progress for all when businesses are closing down and the average citizen is finding it rather difficult to make ends meet. They promise lasting peace and stability and boast of moving the country forward when the country is in fact sliding into the unknown, into an abyss of despair and hopelessness.
And their partners in crime? They cook up an idea of a festival that is said to be bigger and better and parade good looking girls and women, boys and men to entice our citizens -when not all men are six feet tall with chiselled good looks and not all women have hips that sway like palm trees or rubber band rather- to support a worthy cause when in fact they are ripping off the poor with the little savings they already have. They will have their cocktails from Monday to Sunday, boast of all the money they’ve raised, the cheap women they’ve bedded, the expensive wine they’ve consumed, and still carry themselves around as if everything is going to be all right. And all this while the ordinary factory worker, the truck driver, the office cleaner, the messenger boy with the meagre savings they’ve earned struggles. Struggles. Struggles.
Justice is gone. Fairness and right thinking is something now foreign. We have traded our principles, godly principles, to dress up tyrants and dictators in a false image of strong leadership. We serve them with ice cream and jelly while denying a piece of biscuit to the poor. We allow murderers to roam free and oppress those who speak up. I find it awkward rather to keep believing that everything is going to be all right when it is not. To keep fighting against a wave that is sure to dash all our hopes against the very rock that is supposed to protect us. Yet against all this very few will have the courage to stand.
But alas, what can I say? We live in a world filled with so many foolish good people who, out of their naivety- and fear, will not, for truth or country, bruise their hands, their feet, or their face. They make excuses and have us believe it as reason. But truth be told, good people sometimes are but cowards who make excuses under the guise of reason to hide their fear of standing up to what is wrong. Good people sometimes are but the true enemies of themselves, their families and their country. That is why very few aspire to become great. And less more become great. But there are those of us who will, willingly, give one cheek and then the other. Who will punch and expect to be punched. Who will kick and expect one, or two, or three, or four, in the face. And still we stand and fight. I for one am not afraid to be one of these. For already I have died in Christ. And death is, if it comes, will be but a transition to another life. One most glorious than the one that now saddens me.