Friends, here is the situation:
The Kings and
all their ministers are gone for a box office love movie. Our elected noble and wise men are on comparative study tour abroad, comparing book of laws, accesories, and salaries. Our radical middle class arguing for a revolution while sipping Starbuck’s coffee, before races to the Malls for shopping spree. And God is on sabbatical leave. They are all leave us home alone.
Yes, we are all alone when those market worshipers sneak in through our backdoor, laughing, grining like a gang of ghosts. . . and in no time, unveiled faces of poverty appear all around the house
. . . and with a single Midas touch, they turned us into commodities to be sold in a market we never made.