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Monday, 19 March 2018

IN BROAD DAYLIGHT ; Voltaire


In broad daylight, the tragedy of this nations doom  is unfolding before our eyes coated in tiniest little morsels of flesh carved with the finest scalpel  from the conscience of our souls.

Every moment and day of silence, a fragment of conscience lost.

In broad daylight,our eyes behold the sword dipped in blood of a young woman blown to shreds and yet we the murderer remains in Office.

Every moment and day of silence, a speck  of conscience lost.

In broad daylight, we hear of pilferage, loot, plunder and squander. Yet we dither and wonder in the indulgence of luxury if the Titanic of greed is an irrefutable and irreversible monument where our ice of defiance is melted

Every moment and day of silence, a bread  of conscience lost.

In broad daylight, the sorrow of despairing suicides, incarceration of innocence, division of faiths, kidnappings of Pastors, bloody leaps of unsolved  death , bullets finding bodies without shooters,  body in drums encased in concrete without motive, apartheid of ethnicity - all overcome  by the crumbs of BRIM1 thrown from the ostentatious tables of Putra Jaya.

Every moment and day of silence a cup of conscience lost.

In broad daylight, the lawyer, doctor, teacher, engineer, cashier, clerk, salesman, farmer, fisherman, priest, police chief, judge, attorney general, politician, student, academicians, father and mother can see the ailments and ills plaguing and destroying lives-yet know not that safety of silence is the cruel crushing of conscience.

Every moment and day of silence a person of conscience lost.