Me lost in thought
Sometimes, I have a thought that feels too dangerous to say aloud and it is this:
What if we could gather every corrupt ruler in our country in one big hall that carries them all and just eliminate them there, ensuring none escapes, so that one won’t corrupt another? I can't forget the analogy of just one spoilt apple contaminating the other nine good ones.
Flush out their loyal old guards, sparing none and then do a total reset of the government.
No more second chances. Just a full, merciless reboot.
It’s not a peaceful thought. It’s not what a “civilized” person is supposed to imagine, I know. But it comes from a deep feeling of hopelessness, watching our country rot from the top down. Every time we vote, we’re told things will get better. And yet, it's the same faces. The same games. The same betrayal, dressed in a different party colour.
This isn’t just frustration. It’s rage accompanied by grief.
I’ve watched people lose their homes because of policies designed to protect the rich. I’ve seen families skip meals while politicians take vacations funded by stolen public money. I’ve witnessed bright young minds give up and leave the country because there’s no space for talent where mediocrity is protected by bribes and bloodlines.
So yes, sometimes, in the quiet of my thoughts, I fantasize about starting over.
Tearing it all down, burning the paper trails, and stripping the offices bare. Removing every last trace of the decay, and maybe, just maybe, we could rebuild something honest.
But then I hear another voice whisper: And then what?
Because I am certain of this truth: destruction is easy. What’s hard is vision. What’s hard is designing a system where the corrupt can’t crawl back in through new openings. What’s hard is choosing justice over revenge, even when revenge feels like the only satisfying option.
Even with this awareness, I don’t want to silence this radical thought. I want to understand it. Because behind the rage is a longing for integrity, for a country that belongs to its people. I don’t dream of violence for the country’s sake. I dream of cleansing, of dignity, of watching truth walk tall through the halls of power again.
Maybe the solution isn’t to fire them, but to enlighten them. Not to erase them, but to expose them.
Not a violent cleansing, but a cultural one, where integrity becomes non-negotiable and corruption becomes unthinkable.
We need systems that make corruption impossible, not just illegal. Systems where leaders earn respect, not demand it. Where transparency is the rule, not the exception. Where power is temporary, and integrity is everything.
Until then, I’ll carry my dangerous thought in one pocket and my hope for justice in the other.
One keeps me angry.
The other keeps me human.
And maybe the most radical act isn’t dreaming of a new world, but refusing to settle for this one.
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