Sunday, May 15, 2011

Continuation of societiziller!

Lets accessorize this mediocre society that dares to decapitate sanity,let the powerful intoxicate the best forgetting that not even a wise man is wise enough to be trusted with unlimited power in a society with unlimited impurities. A university is simply a small government; legislative,executive and judicial. Citizens as well as students have rights. But hail to the campus corruption that breeds its existences from the office docket to the lecture halls. The show of might there is at its best, they cough, the youth trembles, its no act, but life is in play. The youth has to find a rug to mop their sweat, or rally with losers for there is no pardon, immunity or utmost protection. Even power's peers conform to her constitution. The youth's right to polls ends in disarray, they get a pack of velvex tissues to wipe away their tears and blow their policies out of their noses and a white wash on the table is for cleaning their damned editorials. Power speaks and its word! She is the system, can't fight her or scorn her, just obey her thrust, for it is protocol. These very institutions which give birth to the serial Onyanchas, the greedy politicians and the driven sonkos, the religious Pattnis, the anti-Mututhos and many more unrealized talents. They simply corrupt a youth, just because he thinks different from them, raising questions on their compitency which nobody dares question, the same institution meant to mould the youth not to embrace the damnation of sane policies. Hilarious how society has a thing for these very old cultures, they even avoid the implementation of a new culture, fresh thoughts that seek virtue instead of power, allowing the inevitable extinction of democracy in our institutions, the architect of decay. Change my men, calls to eradicate what is familiar and subtley secure. The act of a mentor to invade the only one corner of the youth's universe that they find fresh air to breathe reason suffocates progress. It all results to a youth with a growth that is relative and a blind adoption of a system which is dogmatic that stops our green growth. Life is a process and we never stop becoming for that is the essence of life. A fresh green reason for power is that the art of pleasing consists of being pleased. Thats just a tear from the cries of a youth in a corrupt campus.

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