In a place that despite being home continually frustrates me. Rolling black outs, people living by plugging corruption (bribery, vandalism, hooliganism, gangs, etc) into their veins as if it was air, water, caffeine or something. Continuous outage of internet, spontaneous jamming of landlines and/or mobile(cellular) networks and perpetual hacking of phones with near absolute lack of privacy thanks to marauders, robbers, thugs, etc hacking all forms of communication.
That is the least of the worries. There is complete lack of civic and common sense on the roads. Signals/Traffic lights, are considered decoration pieces. There is no concept of lanes or safety. If you are a wadera (please google the meaning by yourself) then you have right of way and if anyone attempts to stand up for common sense or justice or law and order then they or their families are killed, tortured or imprisoned or any combination and sequence of all three.
But this horrendous place filled with so much chaos which is spiralling down the drain into absolute anarchy is my home. No place else would accept me simply because I belong from here. Then again even if some other place did, after this Trail of Fire anything would be considered languid, morose, dull, etc.
Regardless this is home and this is where I am stuck. There were those that wanted me to return and of them only half remain. The other half have passed on to a better place. The remaining half still cannot believe that I would leave behind this morbid anarchy to find peace.
No matter the plans or thoughts or empty threats. Here I remain. Escape has only three possibilities: a miracle or the time when I am not awake or a very very long sleep.
PS. The anarchy beckons awake the monster that is kept chained. A small slip and this murky place will regret the morbid insanity let lose
That is the least of the worries. There is complete lack of civic and common sense on the roads. Signals/Traffic lights, are considered decoration pieces. There is no concept of lanes or safety. If you are a wadera (please google the meaning by yourself) then you have right of way and if anyone attempts to stand up for common sense or justice or law and order then they or their families are killed, tortured or imprisoned or any combination and sequence of all three.
But this horrendous place filled with so much chaos which is spiralling down the drain into absolute anarchy is my home. No place else would accept me simply because I belong from here. Then again even if some other place did, after this Trail of Fire anything would be considered languid, morose, dull, etc.
Regardless this is home and this is where I am stuck. There were those that wanted me to return and of them only half remain. The other half have passed on to a better place. The remaining half still cannot believe that I would leave behind this morbid anarchy to find peace.
No matter the plans or thoughts or empty threats. Here I remain. Escape has only three possibilities: a miracle or the time when I am not awake or a very very long sleep.
PS. The anarchy beckons awake the monster that is kept chained. A small slip and this murky place will regret the morbid insanity let lose
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