The Death Of A Tyrant

They got him in the end, not a pretty sight, dictators are human too. Now we are hunting his many sons and the rest of his family We have seen their photo album they sit on sofas smiling kindly to the camera, just like us on a happy day. We have not evolved our lack of empathy is intact but we still want to destroy a family, blood thirsty ogres we are gloating over a suffering face as a man dies. Instant justice, easier that way, the family, might have much to tell about us and so it goes on when our side, men in silk suit and soft hands, kill the perceived foe we see nothing, but a trail of blood and injustice will one day lead to our doorsteps. But why think about this Bloomberg and other channels dedicated to money are busy telling us about stocks and shares, the important thing in the world and in the end blood too can be turned into cash.