Politics is a pit of despair.
There is no repair to the damage we create in the name of the
State.
Fate has no place in the righteous future of the general’s
orders and the President’s drafting.
Tomorrow is not a day of planning that is placed in the grace
of parliament; it is lost in the race of armaments.
Justice comes not with intervention, when a nation acts for
benefits.
This is why we do not practice the prevention of genocide in
Africa.
Which convention granted the role of international police to
the United States of America?
How do we find solace in irrational policy and how can we stand
to an unjust claim of democracy?
It is tiring, this endless hypocrisy.
We are lost in pursuit of autonomy and Human Rights are just
a matter of controversy.
We wage war overseas, to fight against the very terror we inflict
on the societies of our enemies.
For the glory of oil and wealth they spoil the earth, proclaiming
a cause for freedom.
Why do we fools believe them?
They appeal to our emotional side as tools for war and funding,
feeding our pride whilst the devil is laughing, as we keep on stabbing our own beliefs.
And then like thieves, we hide behind big banners and signs,
shout, scream and cry for what we think is right.
But by the arrival of night, we are tired and fed, so we happily
forget; some of us go out and others retire to bed.
It is a grey area, many scholars will say, what can be seen
as morally right or wrong in modern day; for our survival to be strong we depend on power play.
However I feel these words are of a selfish song.
This is a matter clearly black and white, what righteous and
what not.
I am sure for those who speak such tongue, if they were to be
the threatened ones, or perhaps their parents, wives, daughters or sons; then they would wish we had a ban, on all bombs,
soldiers and guns.
C. Enyo
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