
Dr. Fredegusto David
There comes a time when one becomes too cynical, where the thought of moving on seems like a dead end. Where marching on the streets becomes an ordinary venture, when one feels his/her voice can never be heard nor it even matters.
There comes a time when the cynicism seeps too much and you are left voiceless.
No. soul-less…
The drive for a better country moves to another plane of existence, that is living for oneself instead of living for others.




