Fools, Most Linguists. Damn All To Say

I Used To Think It Was Clever To Confuse Comedy With Tragedy. Now I Wish I Could Distinguish Them.

As Our Governments Spin, Lie And Lose Their Credibility, The Electorate Simply Shrugs And Looks The Other Way.

Cheats, Liars And Criminals May Resist Every Blandishment While Respectable Gentlemen Have Been Moved To Appalling Treasons By Watery Cabbage In A Departmental Canteen.

Only Esmeralda Was Not Weeping. Instead She Wore That Wooden Look That Whites Mistake For Churlishenss Or Indifference. Woodrew Knew It Was Neither. It Was Familiarity. This How Real Life Is Constituted, It Said. This Is Grief And Hatred And People Hacked To Death. This Is The Everyday We Have Known Since We Were Born And You Wazungu Have Not.

Agents Of Disruption, Subversion, Sabotage And Disinformation Tunnelers And Smugglers, Listeners And Forgers, Trainers And Recruiters And Talent Spotters And Couriers And Watchers And Seducers, Assassins And Balloonists, Lip Readers And Disguise Artists.