Hero

What an irony! Yesterday you were being hunted for crimes against humanity by the neigbours, today a big bash is prepared for you by the same people whose children, wives and husbands you are accused of having murdered, raped and evicted to nowhere. They line for you along the road just to have a glimpse of this great fellow who could wipe hundreds at one blow. They are full of cheers in tears, you are their HERO not because you have made a serious invention to build humanity but because the have no monopoly of suspicion over you, it is international it is global. As these people cheer, you dance and jump imagining their cheers and tears have taken you guilt away! It never happens so, at some point it will catch with you and your generation. The men of the cloth may come and pretend prayers over you but unless they ask you to repent it is all a waist of time. They are but false prophets telling you just what your ears would want to hear!

There is this thing with the TRUTH, it does not die. Not even huge crowds of friends and vulnerable mortals could bury it. It keeps lifting its beautiful head. TRUTH is never intimidated by large crowds, eloquent speeches or loneliness. TRUTH is courageous to stand alone. One does not need a lawyer for it, it does not need to defend itself though it is always in constant trial.

I refuse to be a HERO for being a suspect of crime of whatever magnitude. Ask yourself what kind of a HERO you are...


THE TRUTH will surely catch up with you Mr. HERO of crime.