Here we are.

Mortals roaming a planet we call ours; surviving in a country we call home. Here in the land where those who have more in life have more in law, and those who have less – or nothing – in life have less in law. But the proverbial rule is the opposite, and indeed even those who have more in life can experience an injustice so blatantly putrid that you can’t help but think about killing someone.

But then again, we are not like them. And I think: why can’t I be? Even for once? Just for that one opportunity where I can challenge the scum of society and finally have an excuse to pull the trigger of my 12 gauge against his head and do this world a favor by ridding it of the real garbage that pollutes our way of life?

But I can’t. And it’s because of that rule that those who kill by the sword shall die by the sword. And in my case, those who kill with a Remington 12 gauge Police Magnum shall die by the barrel of that same glorious rifle. And because of the sad fact that even those who are supposed to uphold the law and its noble intentions are the ones who corrupt and twist it to cater to the interests of those whom they serve.

For where else in the universe does one lawyer cause the release of a suspect – who later turns out to be a fugitive – to the extent of knowingly distorting the facts in the guise of being vigilant to protect the rights of his client? And where else in the universe does a servant of the people, the counsel of the nation, also knowingly distort the facts and circumstances attending the case in order to favor that same suspect?

Only here. In this place we call home.

And indeed, when the suspect was released, justice was denied. When the very person who had the capability to cause his arrest was charged criminally for arbitrary detention, justice was yet again elusive. And when the investigating prosecutor downgraded the offense to a negligible one while providing a door wide enough for an acquittal, justice became a remote possibility. With the lies, the favors and the crooked desire to avoid accountability, justice did not only become a commodity - it became a privelege.

I am not a bigot.

But in this place, people of the same background watch out for each other. And indeed, our antagonist and our supposed defender are the same and regional loyalty would often prevail over reason, logic and the law itself, with the consideration that we are ourselves strangers in this land we call home. In this place, the victim became the villain. In this place, an honest man was made out of a liar, and the victim was branded as the oppressor. Even in popular entertainment, it is the poor who are always the victims. However in this case, it is the poor who is the enemy.

Where do we go from here?

We continue to fight the injustice that plagues our nation. We continue to uphold truth where it is absent. We continue to be steadfast in not becoming victims of the system we all swore to uphold and protect. And they who prey on the innocent and the weak; may they find solace and comfort in the arms of their protectors - those who will eventually betray them when their usefulness has expired.

And as for me, I only pray that this event will not turn out in such a way that I will be forced to reach out my arms and serve justice the way it should be served.