20250424_TheWolvesOrThePak_pen
On a long summer day, a herd of sheep are grazing at a meadow in the hills, far away from their home. It's a soothing place, an uncertain time.
Suddenly emerges the clash of brute force against frail bodies, claws against flesh, fangs against neck. A resounding howl rings through the air amidst helpless bleats. 26 have died in the aftermath of chaos caused by a few deadly wolves in sheeps' clothing.
The tribal leaders from the victims' homeland gather to respond. The wolves in question are nowhere in sight. But there are other wolves in plain sight.
Wolves representing others, wolves that weren't even present, wolves insisting on peace, wolves that co-exist with sheep, with foxes, with robins, and with lions, etc., wolves that risked their lives to save the sheep, and would do the same for all the foxes, the robins, and the lions, etc. of any other land.
Given this context, the council at home has to decide on the course at hand.
Should they invest their efforts in scourging the other land of the deviant wolves,
or do they take political action against the entire pack of wolves, sheep and every other animal caught in between?
One may ask; doesn't this label entire brethren as something they're not?
Isn't that a terrorizing thought?
The other may further question; when we're unable to find a face, why do we think we stick to blaming the race?
And when the culprits are found, what happens to the remaining hate?