A Call to Arms

My People, Rise up!’



he cries.

‘The rulers of this land are misguided; they do not know that the lechery that is in their hearts fuels not only their greed but the downfall of all that they, and we, know in this life.

Raise your pick axes; raise your sickles and hammers. Purge this country of the devil worshippers that are exploiting us on the pretext of governance.

The hypocrisy of the powerful is exemplified again and again in its lavish wastage of public funds to fulfill its own worldly aims. They swell up their ranks to unheard of levels and proceed to endow each of their number with preposterous amounts of wealth and benefits. All at the expense of you! The politician has become a scourge and a curse on our resources and his deeds have gone on unchecked for long enough! So arise my countrymen! Let us teach him a lesson!

He and his fellows feed on a land already suffering, as a hyena rips apart a dying deer. They pretend, threaten, lie and do anything possible to gain entry into the circles of the powerful. Any idealistic notion of actually helping the people and the country is the very last thing on their minds. This fact is blatantly obvious to all of you. And yet you cast your approval for their assention to power. You buy into their lies and falsities and you get duped into believing you can actually see the castles that they create inside your mind’s sky.

They gain your trust and they promise you a good life. They use you to attain power and position and then proceed to use that power and position to create wealth for themselves. That should not be! That will not be! That power, that position is yours my people! Not theirs! That wealth should be yours! It should feed your starving children; provide our future with a better education. It should make our lives better, not theirs! Why should we have to skip meals so that they can have extra cream on their desserts? Why should we have to deny our children an education in order for them to earn what little money they can so that they can send their children abroad?

Think my people! Move! The time is now and the time is ours!’

The crowd roars.

The gunman aims.

A blast.

What a shame

They later say

As they slowly move away.