They told me about the devil with a pitchfork.

But they didn’t tell me about the devil that wages war against our countries, strips countries bare of its resources, subduing them to a lifetime debt and poverty.

They told me about the devil with horns.

But they didn’t tell me about the devil that forces himself on defenceless women, raises his hand to strike a woman and scars a woman emotionally.

They told me about devils with a red cape.

But they didn’t tell me about the devil that smiles in your face, calls you a friend, and love, while deep down harbouring evil thoughts and plotting your downfall.

They told me about the devil that doesn’t exist, so that I could be blind to the true devil’s identity.