Promises!

 Promises!

In the world full of chaos and epitome of hypocrisy, promises had transformed themselves into a ruse trick, a trick that facades the value of word with each forgotten promise. Promises! The nature of whom is to remain immune to changing circumstances, has stymied. Promises that have endured their importance through ages has started rusting down. 

The way they have changed themselves to prove their loyalty; has legitimate their loyalty. 

They have degraded their position of honor, to be used when misproven of character; from used to secure their comforts to escape the discomfort. 

A person can contradictorily rule and at the same time ruin the world only with words. Probably that had made the great German Dictator a villain. Or a hero. A great orator, a national hero. Or a hypocrite. Or a damn Storyteller… To a great Storyteller. That’s what these words, none more nor less. 

Promises are moon, with circumstantial sense of allegiance. They are corrupt politicians playing on to the instant circumstances; aware of the art of misleading mind and souls. The conqueror of attention. The captive for minds. The emperors of power. 

Words lie to protect the truth... Words spy to reject the truth. Words specify to sell the truth… Words clarify to buy the truth!

Words are gentle… The same dismantle. The same is the leader… The same believer. The same is death… And the same is survivor… Words are promises and words are oaths… Words are rebel and the same are revolution!