Back home after three weeks in Sri Lanka. I saw what fuel shortages look like without passport privilege.
The petrol stations aren’t empty. There is fuel.
It goes first to tourism, because tourism brings money into the country.
Families miss out. No transport. No income. No school. No healthcare.
Teachers can’t reach their classrooms.
Parents who sacrifice everything for their children’s education watch that chance slip because a bus can’t run.
Nurses can’t get to clinics. Medicines don’t arrive.
Drivers, farmers, shopkeepers are left waiting while the system they serve no longer functions.
And still, people stretch every rupee. They put their children first.
Then you come home to abundance.
Where one person throws away food, another is searching for it.
Where one person chases wealth, another is trying to stay healthy.
And above all of it, the imbalance is obvious.
Countries with everything still want more.
More influence. More control.
Those who already hold power set the rules.
Those without it are told to accept them.
And we’re part of this.
The way we vote carries.
If we vote for me, me, me, we get leaders who think the same.
Power first. People after.
And people far from us live with the consequences.
After seeing what happens when something as basic as fuel is taken away, you understand how quickly everything can fall apart, and how much dignity depends on the basics.
Drop the good guys and bad guys for a second.
You know who decides who gets in the club and who doesn’t.
The countries with nuclear weapons set the rules.
They still have theirs.
Others are told they can’t have them.
If your country was being told no, would that seem fair to you?
