It’s always the same scenario…Things keep going in circles. The people are a herd. A herd of antelopes. And the government is a lioness. The lioness picks out a victim from the herd and kills it. The rest keep chewing their cud, watching the lioness out of the corner of their eyes as she’s picking out her next victim. Once she’s bagged her prey, they all sigh in relief: ‘It wasn’t me! It wasn’t me! I can keep living…’ ”
