The peaceful dwelling place where life was full of fun and absolute excitement was hit with decadence in it’s least state. In a jiffy, the peace of the land became cancerous and it’s wholeness became what we see in our sweet dreams. Hmmm…
This a troubled dwelling place where lives are ascribed no value ; a place where safety is a mirage, profit matters more than proficiency. Life costs less than money and we try exalting shortcuts in structures even when none exists. Mercy Lord!
We cut every material needed to erect a structure or building not minding if we ever cut the lives of our neighbours. We want to have a fortified building without Investing too much. There is no alternative pathway for this reaction it just must get enough activation energy.
My fatherland where eulogy is sung in the ears of the different standards we have. And the festival drums are played to substandard products we receive with psalms of thanksgiving. We want to always break rules and still have the best results. Safety tips look like danger to us, we are too strong not to be safe. Safety boots and helmet are shackles and evil, who will use them?
Lives make no meaning to us. We plant structures that cannot endure supporting itself, how can it support the life load we are planning to put there on? Our selfish attitude cheers us to maximize profits at the expense of the lives of our neighbours.
It’s good time we drew a full stop on meaningless summits and policies, and start anew with upper case meaningful actions.
…and for a better living, the lives of people must be very valuable.
THE REORIENTATORS
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