CAESAR MUST BE STOPPED!!!
Before the war began, we had learned to
live together in peace, tranquillity and harmony, helping one another build her
cities. Bewitched by the magnetic glow of their daughters’ seductive facades,
our sons soon became their suitors. Because of them, their alluring lies the
lure in their land, our children deserted us, they wanted a greener pasture and
so we became desolate. Before the war began, we shared a common goal, a common
vision a common dream, our cities together flourished and would have created a
formidable nation had the war been averted. Before the war began, our cities
were the safest to abode; you could walk our street gazing upon the mysteries
of nature’s artwork, even at witching ours. Our people ate bread, not flesh;
they drank wine and never did they thirst for blood afore the war began.
Few weeks ago, our men, Justice, Truth and
The Pen took to the street to denounce their horrendous reign, resist their
forbidden policies, protest their open display of ineptitude, and to blow the
whistle on their criminal acts. In their majority few, had they stormed the
gates of the single-minded castles and self-centred chambers of deceit
belonging to Caesar and his cabals chanting that sacred hymn of struggle, they
had come to fight not only for theirs but for the people’s rights. And then
right before my very eyes, Justice was brutally mutilated till the last breath
escaped his strangled gullet, Truth was immediately incarcerated and The Pen
had to borrow a leaf from Usain Bolt’s skill in other to survive. This was the
parturition of the war.
Truth was a correspondent in one of the
many broadcasting firms the city had, he is said to have aired sensitive
reports of Caesar and his cabal’s illegal manipulation, bigotry, misappropriations,
embezzlements, including others that cannot be said for safety reasons. Truth, who
until his death was also a freelance writer, is said to have a sour aperture, little
wonder they commonly admitted that Truth is bitter.
Justice once lodged in the hallowed
chamber of Caesar, it was once the guiding principle at Caesar’s bench. When
cheated by fellow villagers, or by Caesar himself, we could gallantly approach
our magistrates demanding for nothing other than justice. The inability of
Caesar’s government to neither withstand the veracity of truth nor behold the
ferocious visage of Justice and on the other hand, the inability of both Truth
and Justice to behold Caesar besiege our land with evil, laid the foundation that
birth this war. But alas! Justice and Truth like forgotten tales have vaporized
into memories, only The Pen survived to tell the acrimonious tail, and so it
wrote…
The successful revolt of good against
evil, the victory injustice had over justice, the coronation of lies and deceit
as well as the incarceration of Truth, let them all be continually told afore
the auricle of all that be and shall be, in this beautiful land of hope. Let
these tales forever linger in the heart of all that abode the street of
democracy, who still hope in Caesar’s government and his promise of a better
tomorrow, let them not fail to forget how days of yore was by far better than
today and how their leaders have openly refuted the truth and murdered justice.
Let them wail and mourn for tyranny is
set to rule over them. However, instead of retiring to our caves, mourning the
dawn of evil, we can trail the track of Justice and Truth; we can continue the
struggle from where they stopped. We are not gods, but with an arsenal of unity
and togetherness, we can put an end to the callous reign of Caesar.
While we continue to struggle against
the forces of dismay, we should have at the back of our mind that Caesar must
not be allowed victory in this war. Otherwise, the dead would have died for
nothing and our children will dearly pay; never again shall they be judged by
the letters of the law, but by the horrendous voice of Caesar, their homes,
money and chattels shall at the decree of Caesar be confiscated. Their taxes
shall upsurge at the highest possible rate, they shall eat, drink and be merry
all at Caesar’s given directive, freedom and liberty shall soon fade away.
Then will they come to our graves
hissing upon our carcasses, mocking our inability to defeat Caesar,
“celebrating” our colossal failure, and tolerance for injustice. Unless we
conquer Caesar, not in peace shall our bones rest. The labours of our gone
heroes, their strive for freedom, their self-determination struggle, their
exertion to open colonial cages and liberate from colonial nets shall not only
be in vain but also prick the hearts of our gone ancestors. If they could
overthrow colonialism, we can overthrow Caesar.
Although this war of truth against
untruth, of evil against good, of justice against injustice seems to have no
end and though it may appear as if the evil tyrant – Caesar – is on the verge
of victory. However, we must continue as heralds of hope baring aloft that
solemn torch of change, with which we shall pull down the fortress of Caesar, illuminate
our darkened world and liberate our bewitched brothers and sisters who now
stand with Caesar.
The assassination of Justice, we must
avenge, Truth must again taste the aroma of freedom. Even when our bones are
broken, and our spirit crushed, when the artilleries of Caesar pierce beyond our
tender skin and bruise the innocence of our soul, we should not relent standing
on angel’s side, even if we have to stand there alone. Democracy must once
again be democratic, its core values restored and its undermined principles
resuscitated, for this reason, Caesar must be brought to book.
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