Friday, March 19, 2010

the curse of injustice in the land

A curse is definitely not something to be taken lightly nor gingerly, calmly and nonchalantly. A damnation or malediction, a scourge or tribulation, a torment or plague—this is a curse. It basically means an odious situation eventually leading to a heinous and odious destiny which may be applied to a country calamity or a social catastrophe.

Injustice is a tightly suffocating tyranny of inequality, a disgusting and revolting rule of lawlessness and iniquity. It is the eradication of what is right and just. Thus comes to fore the suffocating reign of the unethical, the unfair, the unjust—be these individual, families or group of persons with the following detestable behavioral pattern: They steal without remorse, rob without limit. They take and keep what is not theirs. They are the law as they are way up above the law.

Continuous graft and corrupt practices—without reserve. Habitual pocketing of public funds—without limit. Greed for wealth and addiction to power—without conscience. Squandering of money for self-aggrandizement. Advertisements galore for self-adulation. Chartering planes for globe hopping. Spending a million for a dinner. So what if there is poverty and misery in the land? Why is hunger plus sickness suck a big deal?! Nothing is sacred. No one is untouchable.

There is injustice all over the land. This is a curse for the people. How is injustice done away with? Simple, get rid of the unjust! Put up a functional justice system! How does a curse disappear? Easy, vanish the cause of the curse! Away with the dynasty and cohorts that it brought about in the country. Even the devil fell. And everybody—even the rich and the famous, the wealthy and the powerful—eventually and infallibly return to but dust wherefrom they came after all.

The Philippines begs for redemption. The Filipinos cry liberation. The people are kind and patient—but not always. They have already gotten used to poverty and want—but there is a limit to everything. They are understanding and forgiving—but not forever. Even a horse can carry only so much. In the same way, even a carabao can only pull that much. As to man, he has a limit. Knows his limit, and sets his limit.

The over-all lordship of cheap and dirty politicos, the long presence of a painful revolt, the deep resentment of the general public, the pitiful repression of the able and lamentable oppression of the weak, the profound distrust for the government and the deep distress of the people—all these and more are but the composite product of injustice in this supposedly Land of the Morning.

19 March 2010