It has been a very long time since I laid down my sword. I had thought then, I would never touch nor even look at it again. But circumstances has forced me to do otherwise. And as I stand facing it, my mind race back to the time I laid the sword down, and now; it has been almost an eternity!
Time, its very meaning is never certain, varying from one plane to another. In this plane we mortals live, its measurement is restricted to our orbit of the Sun, which itself is a mere dwarf of a star in this ever expanding universe. Out there in the darkness of space, this measure is of no value and meaning, but for the measurement of our physical lives, which itself is of no consequence to the vastness of the universe - we are, mere quarks, smaller than even the atom! In the bigger sense of the picture, we are nothing! Even as that may be, no, we are not hopeless!
Small as it is, this universe is filled with atomic particles from one end, to the other. Like planktons in the ocean which is the start of marine food chain, so are the atoms to the universe. Except, it is not a food to be gobble up by a hungry predator. Rather, its fusions make up for the movements of lives in this very universe. Quarks and atoms, are part of Allah Almighty gift! And we - the quarks that make up the atoms - are part of the gift, the gift of this life we live.
We live this land, a land as rich as it is beautiful, and a land whose very beauty has spawned ugly and greedy predators, who care not the scars and sores they wreak in pursuit of that very beauty which they ironically will destroy in the end. And when that is done, the end result will force us to be exactly like them! The lovely people of this land, will then no longer be the lovely people we know now. But this will only be if we allow those ugly and greedy predators to have their way.
It is with that thought in mind, I have come to accept my loyal comrades' plea to return and help turn back the tidings in our favour. As I have aged, so have I become wiser. And together with my comrades, we will fight those predators to the end, and bring back sanity to this beautiful land we live.
Even as I write this memoir, my comrades have begun the assault on the crumbling fortresses of those predators. Through our assistance, 4 of those fortresses have been laid to ruins, and God Willing, so will a few more within this blink of time. At the same time with each passing minute, scores are joining our ranks compared to the seasons for them. The end is inevitable! We, the P.O.B, will stand tall on the tower of triumph and show no mercy to those who have none.
I have no words for my loyal comrades, but a deep gratitude that will manifest accordingly once the banners of P.O.B stand high. And I ask of others to join our struggle. Come! Let us join our hands so that together, we will taste the sweetness of victory! Come! Be the man you have always dreamed of...come, and join Partai Orang-orang Bujang!
1st Part of P.O.B. saga can be read here.
Oh! This video I took from Chong Zhemin gives an exciting touch to POB! :)