Interesting events in this fair town of Kuching. Some fat-cat politico's house was robbed yesterday. I didn't exactly read the whole story. But that's enough to elicits some snickers and gags from me and Ralph. It's really to immortalize the culprits as modern day Pancho Villa's or Robin Hood's. It's obviously still a farking crime. Still, for any person that has spent their life being stiffed and stiffed again by the system, the obviously grand irony is very much inescapable.
The thief coming to steal from a bigger thief. A case of chickens coming home to roost.
It's funny that men like him siphon millions in state revenue to line the intricate existence of their privileged lives. It's already common knowledge in this here streets of Kuching. No one dares to say it. Most don't give a crap and waste away their lives in dull meaningless existence of trivial privileges. Trend and fashion is king shit. Forget about the movement... forget about your dreams. Accept practicality as the ruler of your life. Be cool or be square.
You'd might things these are the tenets that you are supposed to live for. Forget it. Even God would disagree otherwise. What are the laws of this carnal world? To be accepting of shit and fate? To be pragmatically realistic? To be cruel to be top of the food-chain? Well, tell the world they can take it and shove it. The God of Abraham surely has something more better in store that what I have now. You'd probably think it's whack for me to brazenly say that. But yeah.... do not forget my Abba father was 'brazen' enough to say 'let there be light!'
It really funny the powers that be are trying their best to recoup what is lost. Still theres till a sense of arrogance in their little beady eyes. The sense of racist-nationalistic dogmatism that is still stuck with all the ideas consigned to the dustbin. Perhaps they never believed it in the first place.... all the while using it as leverage for their black-toothed motives of financial and political gain. They may have won in many rounds past. Next round dude.... you'd better start planning your farewell speech ( Perhaps a last stab at eloquence a'la Churchill or Lincoln might be in order... )
Well times up, mate.... your fun ride has just finished. You can tag the underdogs and the conscientious as trouble makers but at least they see what you try not to see. The greater issue that you have long since neglected. The very rot that will kill you in the bones. How long will they keep play up their arrogance and greed? How long will they continue to be victims of their own undoing? Do they think their insecure paranoiac survivalism is doing anyone favors? ... I'd think not! For bear in reference that it was the French royal family's survivalist indulgence that got them to the guillotine. The French weren't as dumb than expected. What more any citizen of any lowly or great country in this planet!
Anyway... a poem to summarize my rambling thoughts....
Blackened hands for the sakes of posterity,
Open eyes for a threat that was of their conjuring.
How long must we be subject to their lies?
Those insecure men with their daggers at our faces,
A right to their kind they feed to their own pockets.
It seem cool for us to be blind then,
Privilege like in a pool of your own clouded delusion,
But to wake up screaming to a cold blast of adult reality,
Tis the knives that stabs hard to our tender longing hearts.
What is left then...what is left more to mourn?
Nothing but the fists we all shout for a change,
A dream given only by my God,
A possibility made firm by Him alone!
Do we sit and ignore all this?
Do we die and forget all hope?
Cast aside the pain and raise the hands to His wisdom,
The glory of a God that vanquishes all evil.
The glory of a God that makes a heart perpetually pure!
For numbered are the days of all who are evil,
The coming judgment to all that's unjust,
Broken now the chains all who are oppressed.
No longer the bind of suffocating politics,
No longer the hindrance of man made religion,
Free now is the man that chooses to believe in The Grace alone,
The personification of the Lamb on the Cross,
Begin now a chapter as pure as the white!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
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