Invasive Politics

I had been part of a pogrom along familial lines and bore the brunt of it later on. What it did was shatter all known cordial relations with somewhat finicky emotional people. They were not so greatly bonded with me, but the aftermath of this pogrom thrust a spear down my chest. It was a proverbial can of worms for everyone involved; remember the result is the same if you are a part of this pogrom or are the one initiating it.

After a long duel of words and cat calls, what remained was a fragile balance of witty retribution from both ends. Though a despicable action, the late assuaging powers of nubile brains had got the better of it.

The opposing forces need not cook the dish bland, but add some sweeteners to the savouries by discharging a favour or two during the onslaught of the melee. This matters as the victims check out the facts wherein the whole tiff was being overshadowed by the altruistic works of the avenger. Everything done in spite pales down in comparison to this work of seemingly noble actions.

Moral of the story: Cling to one or two works of charity.

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