Unofficial appeal to politicians

I had long suspected that dogs are much smarter than a man; I was even sure that it could speak, but that there was only some stubbornness in it. She is an extraordinary politician: she notices everything, all steps of a man.

N. V. Gogol “Diary of a Madman”

I address you today, power usurpers, ones trampling people with your unjust heel, overproud ones. My word is for you, mother Earth on hundreds of pieces dismembering, wars provoking and the world with the blood of nations fertilizing, mighty ones of this world yourself considering. Word of mine is for you, politicians of this world.

From human waste emerge you upwards, not sinking, in waters of national ignorance bathing. You go to the power with methods bloody, crafty and cruel, going over the heads of people much more worthy. You have already learned slyness in that way of regression long ago, considering it a social ascension unreasonably. To deceit others, you have learned millennia ago in the way mentioned of self-interest and human excess. Tyranny and cruelty long have you accepted and adopted, a way to the tops lowest with your elbows punching. Whether much does that knowledge and skill of yours cost for the world eternal, I wonder? Thirty silver coins, and never more.

Laws to serve your self-interest you do write. Keep flaunting with imaginary bragging you, as if for world nations truly serving – but suffer those nations still under your rule. For how many times already have you been thrown from those illusory earth thrones, whether you remember? You learn nothing from faults of your forerunners! Rob you the nations entrusted to you, red caviar over both cheeks stocking. On the graves of children and old men you keep dancing, of the economic growth keep chatting simultaneously. Of the cultural revival, you keep babbling, into debauchery with fornication plunging people continuously. Not to revive countries many of your kind keep coming, but to suck last juices, regaling, instead. The deadly poison that moisture is, yet its effect is delayed for a bit. And you are not Socrates to drink that poison and not to writhe soon enough.

The once uniform world you have broken off and torn apart, human foolishness and hatred having exploited. Now you pit people of various countries, own profit from mentioned wars gathering and counting up. How to unite people are you going? On the basis of hatred and rage only. Of patriotism you talk profusely, sending men on slaughters freely and eagerly. Will you desire to go in front lines on massacres mentioned, oh peaceful ones? Terrified you’ll be to do that, and that you know perfectly.

Your nations you have been considering as cattle for a long time already, and you treat people accordingly. Of the justice, you’ve forgotten eons ago, and further indulge you the humiliation of people. They are no more a purpose, but a mean for you instead, and you despise them for that. Or do you guess, probably, that for long the Earth will tolerate your kind? Or do you hope, perchance, that endless with no court and punishment can you fertilize the earth with human blood in wars provoked by you?

Whether your television lies will ever be ceased? Whether the brainwashing of humans will be stopped? Whether your bravado and puffing up will finally bother you? Or have you decided that hands of yours are pure for now? How deaf to appeals of commoners you’ve made yourself!  Whether they will listen to your opinion further? Never you do learn from the mistakes of your ancestors.

For how long are you going to emerge from chasms unknown, leading people in these abysses directly and inevitably? Till what time people of this world will you plunder, covering yourself with self-invented laws time and again? Up to what degree tears of human’s grief in tubes of self-love are you planning to boil? Till what minute, hour and year your slaughter of each other will be conducted, and common men a wasted material in slaughters mentioned will be?

Inscrutable are the ways of the Maker, and whether you know of the limits of his patience? Are you not afraid to overflow once bowls of harm, caused by you? Greatly does influence of your deeds spread through countries, invisible to you. Why are you destroying yourself so imprudently? Awake from self-complacency of own ego, or too late it will be! Those stones of yours, thrown earlier, are flying back already, and if repentance is not living inside you, their speed increases with each instant of passing time. With a true service to own nations, those stones should be melted! Or have you totally forgotten the essence of service mentioned ages ago? Never it can be explained on the fingers can it be, really…

Or have you no desire to lead world nations to prosperity? Or have you no wish to unite divided countries? Or has the purse become more attractive than the life of your own spirit? Or has the voice of your conscience been silenced definitely?

Let the time judge you accordingly and people take out their decisions. And if the people, tormented by you, will stand up once and throw you away to reaches unreachable, whether there will be a place for you to run to if you have been running from yourselves for ages?

29.09.2012