I never thought I’d live to see the day when the police, the so called protectors of the society could gain enough power to believe that they had control over the lives of people. I never realized how corrupt a system can be, when a mentally imbalanced child is drowned and beaten to death where bystanders simply watch and don’t think to help him. Because somehow through all the wars, the corruption, the arms dealing and terrorism, I still made the mistake of believing that somewhere there was some sort of greater good. But here we are living in a country where half of its population tries to stay alive when faced with homelessness and poverty, and children are starving to death. The saddest part is that people allow this to happen because humans are essentially selfish. It is a fact, and it has been proven. People make money off wars, people make money off other people’s suffering and somehow that has become the accepted way of living.
When did it become okay to incarcerate six million people on the basis of natural selection? When did it become okay for those people to rise up decades later only to enslave and interfere in the lives of a smaller, less powerful group of people not so different from themselves. People make use of things like religion to justify their actions, but what kind of religion asks you to murder and to kill on its behalf? It’s easier to believe that you’re doing the right thing than to understand and realize that you’re doing something wrong and change it. No one has the right to decide who lives and who dies and in a perfect world no one should be allowed to.
Rape, Murder, Thieving, and power all fall under the same category. They are all meaningless and all of them are choices that people make or are forced to make. It is not okay to kill a seventeen year old because he looked at your wife, it is not okay to kill several people on the basis that you don’t like them and it is definitely not okay to declare a war in the name of religion or to terrorize a country with the threat of a nuclear war. What are we doing? I quote William Blake: “In every cry of every man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice of every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I hear”. We are not machines, cold, obedient and ultimately ruthless, and we are all better than that. Sometimes we just need someone to remind us.
