Discomfort Us Enough To Wake Us Up

I can  remember during the time during the second golf war
where the nearest I got to incisive comment with my friends
was to quote Sir Henry Wotton (1568 - 1639) who at the start
of the reign of King James wrote in Latin 'An amabassador....
is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the good of his country',
not that long after Machiavelli's 'The Prince' was covertly
circulating around the Papal palaces. Now the world is on
it's third and biggest bout yet of the major destruction
of the Muslim middle east. And yet again the media led
imitation of diplomacy travels abroad to every country,
by sattelite and microphone, and boy is it tiring to listen to
quite so many half truths expanded by commentators
to tired journalists who are paid to avoid asking for the truth
in sharp tongues from leaders we once expected to know better.

The world's poor are the only ones not in their own coach
on the great gravy train towards comfortalbe oblivion,
and just like the wealthy they know the allure of comfort.
For the rest, the imitation of piety and religion are popular,
where what we imitate will not deliver us 
from becoming parodies of who we might have been,
trapped within our language and our creature comforts.