Wind up

I’m just a little tin soldier in your hand
I’m good for nothing, but to obey your commands
You’ll never really love me, I know
So wind me up, let me go     

Cliff Richard sang this love song in 1969.

The bit about  wind me up led me to think about the tragedies that we are seeing almost daily – young people being wound up by radicals and let go to sow death and destruction, hate and sorrow, fear and rage….

Words are as lethal as swords especially uttered by people of influence.

Dear me! Is this turning into an argument for censorship? We are already seeing the peopleswing to the right in many countries, in response to the horrors of self proclaimed Islamic extremists attacking any and every vulnerable target. Even the Pope is talking about it as a war!

Many fears, concerns and criticisms of Trump and Brexit have been expressed; some condemnations in extreme terms. The supporters of those reviled phenomena represent a potential majority of the  electorates in UK and US.

So if you get wound up, try to make your expressions reasonable and free of incitement to violence and gratuitous insult.
Wind

Author: manqindi

Post imperial wind drift. Swazi, British, Zimbabwe-Rhodesian, Irish, New Zealand citizen and resident, now in Queensland, Australia. 10th generation African of mainly European descent. Catholic upbringing, more free thinker now. BA and Law background. Altar boy, wages clerk, uncle, prefect, student, court clerk, prosecutor, magistrate, convoy escort, pensioner, HR Practitioner, husband, stepfather, father, bull terrier lover, telephone interviewer, Call Centre manager, HR manager, grandfather, author (amateur) View all posts by manqindi