PRESSURE

There are different things in life that have many thinking. Am I slow? Am I too fast? Am I right? I bet I am not wrong. The society has become a wrestling ground for animals. Everyone seeking whom to devour. They have taken the title away from the devil and have become one themselves. They look at their future with fear and panick. What does it behold? How would they navigate life? They turn aside from the ways of the righteous to seek darkness. Pressure. Who coined such a word?. Are you pressured or are you pressure. Who has the clock. Who turned the hour glass. Who is in charge of your time. Who are you trying to impress.

Pressure, such a fascinating word to the desperates. To them, pressure answers why. Morals are forgotten. Life becomes a jungle. All man see are Zebras , while he wears a crown as Lion. Blood becomes water. Flesh becomes food. There is no existence of peace. Desperation, the cousin of pressure. It steps in and take its place. The heart becomes hotter than hell. The body takes the fire and pretends it is ice.

Pressure. Care becomes abominable. In a world of Cricket. Pressure is the bowler while Desperation hits it out. "Get lost", it says, "There is no room for tenderness". But what is the Genesis. Let's go back in time, light speed. The Government? Or The Parents, the genesis of every childs future. What has the parents become as inhabitants in a country run by guerillas masked as government. What does the land has to offer the people, that wouldn't be taken away from the people before it satisfies the people. How many lands are seized and homes lost because of the resources nature offer. What is meant to be done. The victim of pressure becomes the scape goat. The police has become the thief. Who shall catch the police?. What then can we say? How would this stop? What is next? What's next in line? What should we do?.

Would the government stop you from being mean to your cousin?. Your day to day activities?. Man hating on man. Man becoming dogs. What can the government do. They too have become scapegoats in the chess we play. Pressure.....what a unique way to say it.