In all my adult life, I’ve never wished harm on another soul. At most, I’ve hoped for humble pie – that moment when reality breaks through and someone finally “sees the light.” That’s always seemed punishment enough.
But watching billionaires play with lives like chess pieces while children starve and food rots in ports, while people die from lack of basic medical care – something shifts. There’s a line where passive hope for enlightenment feels inadequate against active harm.
So I’m granting myself this one moral exception: I hope these architects of suffering watch their empires crumble. I hope every venture fails, every scheme collapses, every tower of cards falls. I hope they live long enough to see their legacies dissolve into dust.
Not for revenge. For justice. For accountability. For all those who can’t afford insulin while billions are spent on vanity space projects. For every family choosing between food and rent while wealth accumulates like dragon’s gold.
Sometimes hoping for consequences isn’t spite – it’s moral clarity.
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