“Where were all the advocates of mercy when I was bullied into submission? The bosses were well aware of my capability, but their insecurity rode above acknowledgement. They feared a take-over if I was not crushed.
Manacled by an outdated ethics, I preferred to leave the arena. And soon realized … good is not the winner anywhere….
This is the new language I learnt, the new paths I discovered to victory and power. And it has served me well ever since.
You ask if I can sleep well after my so-called barbaric acts? The answer is No. I’ve nightmares about evil faces and powerful hands that crushed me. I know they are out to get me … if I slip even an inch from the position I’m perched on. I know I have to retain and strengthen my position just to remain where I am.
I’ve adjusted my lens to see the wealth and power I’ve earned. It helps me retain my secure castle in an increasingly insecure world. The higher I move, the better I can look down on and belittle my opponents – descendants of the same species that crushed me. I see the same faces and figures housing the same souls. I know they are out for me….
If I allow them to multiply, they will overpower all talent and ability in the world. I am not evil. I’m just crushing evil before it raises its ugly head again.
Do you see the fear behind my contorted face? Do you see my burning desire to figure in the pages of history? You don’t, because you want to usurp all the fame and recognition, and throw me down dark alleys of obscurity.
Oblivion is a place you don’t want to be in, so accuse me of being merciless.
I show no mercy, because it is not a language they understand. They spell it as ‘weakness’.”
There is a stunned silence in the room as the speech ends, no applause.
Each member of the audience looks within to see where she or he stands – on this side of the fence or that. Are they playing out a victim’s part, or spawning more of their own kind?
What can they unleash on the planet? Only what lies within…