Political Lepers

Isolde was exceptionally beautiful. She paid heavy prices for that beauty.

Accused of a crime that she had not committed, Isolde is consigned to the stake. She will be burnt alive. As she ascends the stake, some lepers appear with a request to the king. “Give us Isolde,” they cry. The lepers are people shunned by everyone. They are detested outcasts whom nobody even wants to look at. Horrible people with rotting flesh.

Give us Isolde, they cried to the king. Burning at the stake is not enough punishment for her, they argued. She had betrayed the king’s love. She dared to love another man when the king had chosen her for himself. Give her the punishment she deserves, the lepers clamoured. Send her to us. We will sleep with her one by one and sate her lust.

The king’s inflated ego was pleased to send the snowlike purity of Isolde to the embrace of the rotting lepers.

The lepers were delighted. The lust that was burning in their veins would get the best prey it ever could.

There are certain people out there in the periphery of human civilisation who will drag every sophistication down to their levels.

Have you seen the rot of politics these days?