reply to post by SkepticOverlord
There are two sides to every story.
I have memories of sunshine and green grass. The dew dampened my toes and the fruit was plentiful. Then, the nightmare came suddenly. It came with
a smile and encouraged trust and friendship and sharing. It never occurred to anyone that the sharing would be one-sided, and we let the strangers in
and taught them survival skills.
It was a time when there was no need to write laws on paper for we carried the laws in our heart. Like savages they stole and pushed as if it were
their given right. They wanted more and more. Not of a need, but, only for profit. They ravaged the earth hunting for the yellow rock. They
massacred peoples and trees. They horded and still they wanted more.
The treaties were lies and the cleverness with which they executed these strange new laws was a mystery. They wrote on paper for themselves and for
their own thoughts of grandeur. Who would have thought that one island sold would have uprooted us the way they did the trees and that their
independence would enslave so many.
A great nation was downtrodden and they carried this strange madness over the globe and brought others here to do their hard labor.
The world has been pilfered by a few who sought to secure the fortunes of diamonds, gold and precious metals for themselves for they believe money
rules and they answer to no one.
I was always fair, tried to live just, loved my neighbor as myself, tended my own business and my mind was peaceful until the invasion of covert
manipulation.
The other side must surely understand your current concerns.
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