Honour Be Damned
This is a man discernibly quite obviously
comfortable in his skin as modern parlance
has it, confident that his manner echoes his
psyche with the kind of panache inherited
as his birthright; a scion of wealth and legend
charmingly cosmopolitan without peer. He
aspired to power and having handily succeeded
portrays himself a saviour of his nation
all the while spurning its laws and mores while
presenting as a champion of the vulnerable
and the downtrodden. His message is of one
who deeply cares even as his position fails to
support the equality and justice his words avow.
Power bedazzles him as he mingles in diplomatic
circles with those world leaders whose grasp on
world affairs bespeak their reach and influence.
His aspirations culminate in a deep desire to
be welcomed as one of their own, the powerful
cadre of the corrupt and conscienceless for he
most certainly qualifies. His nation is left
dumbfounded at the blatant spectacle of their
prime minister meekly bowing obsequiously
in the presence of the official whose military
has destroyed myriad innocent lives, our hero's
very own citizens included. Honour be damned.
Friday, February 14, 2020
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