The Path of Death.
Into the valley of death rode the six hundred – a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson of what happened in 1854 at the Battle of Balaclava when the charge of the Light Brigade raced up a valley to attack well prepared Russian forces with the certain demise of the Cavalry.
It would appear that some people of today are still re-enacting the event as they march in the valleys of the city buildings.
Today a different enemy – a virus invisible and unseen which, without certain measures could infect all of us and destroy our way of life. Is it possible that there is any person marching and waving banners of ‘black lives matter’ think that the very action which they are taking, could mean that their life is in danger from the imperceptible predator amongst them?
If they died from this selfish action and this terrible disease surely there would be someone at home who thought that their life mattered.
The young people of today have no respect for themselves or others, selfishness inbred, where in their mind Law and Order does not exist, and they know nothing about the meaning of ‘No’ and doubtful if they could spell it.
Is it possible to blame Government? But then again, its authority was removed a long time ago when the Realm was divided up into different countries at the end of the twentieth century.
There is currently a blue colour in Westminster but then the diverse authorities around Britain are of a different persuasion. Therefore, they are not too keen to follow the rules perpetrated by the Governing body.
Now we have the spectacle, in a time of strong advice to stay apart from each other and preferably to stay at home, of people flooding to the beaches and nothing can be done to prevent them. Hordes of people ignoring political and medical advice and gathering like locusts on every piece of sand with a virtual sign to the authority that they are different. Ignoring the fact that death is not.
Having defiled these places of beauty, ignoring all the rules, reports have been posted on the media that everything from car parking, toilet facilities and dogs where there should be no dogs, are totally ignored and a selfish action with no thought of others is the result.
Suddenly, they get up and leave, although their rubbish does not go with them and must be cleared up by others.
I feel sad and a little guilty because it is our generation who allowed this to happen, but then again with the love for our children, we went the extra mile to spoil them. That l believe was the slippery slope. Percy Chattey Books, creator of the ‘Story Telling’ series available worldwide through Amazon and Kindle.
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