The devil makes work for idle thumbs, and enjoys the lamentations of lazy imaginations.
Quick to queue, to complain but to actually change ourselves?
To demand change of others?
The hopelessness of it all is sinking into our apathetic hearts. Our neighbours brought closer by technological advancement yet pushed away by tradition.
In an age where we can reach out across the globe to make friends, our leaders continue to make enemies of each other.
At home, we are afraid. Not of war, of poverty. Of empty shelves. Of empty forecourts. Of change.
We are afraid of our neighbours because we dont know them. We live in fear of dying alone.
All we know is we should do something.
