Monday, May 23, 2011

Administering a Form of Justice (44)

There are instances when the fictitious island embraces a pungent reality to assure itself of its existence. It pretends to forget its disdain for blemished colours and stained passports, willingly embarking on a resolution to devour conspiracy and embellish it with the honours of justice. Diplomacy retains its dictatorship over the reality of events and departments assert their authority over freedom. The fictitious island goes beyond alienation to mire itself into oblivion, as an invisible narrator engulfed in the scent of sand and fumes returns to the philosophy of patience without resorting to the obligations that come with the necessity of hope.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Administering a Form of Justice (43)

Once upon a time, a hall swelled to massive proportions to fit a representation of political borders. In a gesture of humanitarian appreciation, a document was embroidered with rationally selected words. The declaration was highly regarded by the jailers of humanity, who had been persisting in convincing their followers to forfeit their freedom to think. They littered pavements with copies of the document, insisting that the concept of human rights went beyond the realm of necessity. There came another once upon a time, where humanity was categorised into civilians and civilians, depending on the stain of oil and the cry for intervention. In another ravaged land, a memory was tantamount to conspiracy and the people seated in the massive hall treated the lacerations with the dignity that accompanies a cacophony of words devoid of any significance. Protection, safeguarding, humanitarian aid ... All became subservient to propaganda, anointed to their privileged status by the idiotic applause of the class that was always right.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Administering a Form of Justice (42)

Beyond the realm of the yellow land in a purple sea, the stench of death is categorised into colours and mourned less than paler shades of white. In auburn sands, the abhorred hue decays in sweltering solitude - fodder for swarms of flies. In fragments of fictitious landscape, a word trembles above all others. A new glossary is launched, defining illegality within a context. Miles away, the ephemeral declaration of human rights is also recited within a context of condemnation after failing in enforcing protection. The yellow land in a purple sea breathes a sigh of relief at the prospect of death preventing the staining of their patriotic hues.