Today, they are in the west, tomorrow they are in the south, or east or north. They are wandering stars driven by inordinate ambitions; and hardly ever by the common good. They are often self-serving than otherwise. This is misplaced trust. The people get raped by the very ones they relied on to defend and protect them.
They have no interest of anyone at heart, save theirs. Aloof and inner-directed are they. Their allegiance change termly and seasonally. They have no business with transacting faithfully based on ideologies. If there are any concerns for ideologies, they are based on egos, driven by lust, and the massaging of same for only one purpose-feed the dark devouring wolf.
I wonder if the people don't observe. If these men are so bestial to flaunt who they are so brazenly and without reproach, you wonder what they do in the secret. Well, have the secret things not become public now? Are their thoughts any different from their actions? My people, can't you see the light and vain people to whom you have given the keys to drive you to the place of secular refuge? To whom have you committed your present welfare and future security?
Who are these men? To whom or with whom shall we liken these men: the fig, the olive, the vine, or the bramble? The bramble seems more apt than otherwise. But since this is just an opinion, what does it matter? It probably holds no water.
They seek to sit in high places, but they are sourced from the lowest and most decrepit places. Their thoughts cannot be trusted. The inability of their words to align with their actions prove this. How come lies rule in the place of honour? This is ludicrous. The imaginations of their hearts are vain and evil continuously. From whence did they come?
The basest of men are chosen. Of the basest of the pack, are the minions who metamorphose into giants overnight. Haven't they always been so, except that they are discerned only by a few? These are they who lack the integrity to change themselves but they ride on same slogans to rape the commonwealth. Service is not in their plan.
They are in Camp A today. In Camp B can they be tomorrow. The purpose is same: self. And, don't the people love to have it so? The people clap them. The people celebrate them. The people cheer them on. What! Yes, the people do.
I read a story in the land of the east of one who sought to sit up there. The first season he was denied. The second season he returned. Same scenario played out. The third season knew no difference. The fate remained unchanged. But the Immanent Will was removed at the fourth.
Once he sat up there, the people of the east, west, north and south waited in expectation for the magic wand to be spun but withal, nothing seemed different. Their story went further south, more than it ever was in the recent and past. He had no joker for the people. So the story went until the opportunity fizzled out in its season of expiration.
To whom shall the people go? To whom shall the people direct their cries? He that cannot help himself cannot help another. He that enslaves others is first enslaved. He that starves others physically is in hunger and thirst of some other. Withal, something must be missing in the equation.
For how long shall it take the people to know that they always mis-invest their faith in the wrong places? It does seem clear now that it was the promise of invest any amount and instantly get over a hundred or more percentage ROI. It seems the same style, doesn't it?
And unless the people learn and use the art of self-defence, they shall be raped continuously till the end of time. The learning of this art is the change that begins with each one. It starts with you having a reflection and reassessment of yourself.
See the men in elevation. See the men in exalted places. See the men who deal without shame. See the men who know no reproach. Who are these men? From whence came they? And for what reason? I don't know. That's why I am asking. If you have the answers, please share.
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