A World In Asylum

Humanity is punctured with many breaks. Different eyes through different holes grasp its identity through different visions. Openness, honesty and love to a few; power, greed and domination to others and to some, faith, faith, faith and just faith. Love comes first before anything else but while propagating others, it is fatally shot. The so-called trail-blazers of democracy makes it crazy in the domain of others; feeding a Tiger until it is dangerously grown then joining other hunters to bring it down. Beliefs without tolerance and peace are poisons. One is honoured with the privilege to be part of a society so human friendly and development growing but forgets his transition from a migrant to a citizen. So much noise he begins to create to turn such blessed lands to the one he escaped from; threatening the beauty of these Nations’ civilization; giving Australia such bile, the UK such thorn and Russia such a devastating pill. If life was suppose to be so, the Emirate Kingdom wouldn’t be maintaining its identity as it is heterogeneously mixed eleven to one portions in favour of the accessory ingredients. Scaling humanity through colours is as bad as doing so through tribes. Unity and networking never creates losers but marginalization and oppression breed deadly tensions. Names, ascents, appearances and gestures are unfortunately yardsticks for interactions and mingling then Justice becomes wounded for bias to prevail. All these make poverty freely govern even in an Ocean of abundance. It is simple to keep life smiling but impossible when love is homeless while selfishness is rendered the most services but under the disguise of other honourable clients. When kindness is removed from the equation, a habitat once peaceful becomes the hub of predators.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Dillenbeck Avatar
January 21, 2016 at 12:08 PM
Rich compost recovers barren souls. Thanks much for this excellent read.
Makama Avatar
January 25, 2016 at 12:02 PM
Thank you so much Gerald Dillenbeck
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