(Inspired by the writings of JRR Tolkien.)

Surrealistic times in which we live and die, to be sure.
Such surrealistic and also abnormal and unnatural times.
There is sound, fury significance, insignificance,
Martyred holy men, legions of homeless, starving children and corpulent politicians, have we lost our sense of humanity completely that we are but bureaucrats, strutting and commanded by nothing but paper of the white kind inked with asassinations and of the green with which they lie our corrupt pockets?
Of course, they say. Our power, as it stands, is absolute.
And our absolute power gives us carte blanche to do what we will, when we will, we are so corrupted and black and wilted our hearts are things we have no concept of anymore. Maybe we did when we were young, but that age is past, and our concerns are different.
It is nothing to be excused, I say!
I say that you are shadows. Darkened, disgusting shadows of your former selves who only know banality and routine and mindlessness. Your love for your green lined pockets has made worm'��s meat of your honor, however little it existed in the beginning. You have no concept of morality or restraint.
All you know is greed.
And when those papers you so mindlessly sign every day, when the drone strike orders are non-existent, when you have nothing left to bomb, polute, pilfer, pillage and plunder, when the skies rain red with the blood of the innocent upon you all, and when they’re ghosts haunt you ceaselessly no matter where you go, whether it is your office of employment or the darkness of your private bed chambers, when your job is no longer needed after the world has come to know and implement true peace, when you can no longer line your pockets on the greed of others, when you can no longer exploit this beautiful natural world that you had a hand in helping your wraith-like colleagues to destroy! Will you eat your greenbacks, then?
No. You'��ll be starved. And your money and love of it above all will not save you any more than it could've saved the rest of us.
You live now. You killed us long ago.
But we are with you, even now. And because of us, you will never know another pleasant nights rest until your conscience is clear.
Or you die out of fear.