Democracy

And will there be Democracy, where words are blown to pieces, same as people who would speak instead of praying on a mat of peaceful colour, knitted with the fibres of explosives and despair? What once emerged with hope for man to live together in harmony of spirit and of liberty, where no man be a tyrant it is abused, shamefully used for there can never be a true Democracy without much opium for the people, one cannot have divergence and inequality, without a ruler who would make Dictatorship a pleasant household word. Remember Bill the Conqueror and the WITAM, a council which, for many, did decide their fate, it was composed of noble men who knew the truth of all the truths. Today, take Ghana and Zimbabwe with thug Mugabe, look at Iraq. If there are differences between the people it sparks ambition and leaves Democracy an empty dream. It is the rationale of hope, unfounded, that Jesus Christ will soon return, to be the ruler of utmost perfection without a democratic thought in sight between all manners of horizons.