A tounge-in-cheek Visa blues

If is sad (yet maybe part of cosmic law or neeti) that one can not freely go wherever one pleases on this beautiful earth even if one has the means. And this is not about climate or a nation legitimately regulating its population. This is about terrorism and national greed. This is when a good loving man would hate terrorists. When he - say from Pakistan of today - gets worried about visa and papers. He would hate them today for his inability to go to the authorities - US authorities as an example - to get an extension on his student visa for a year till he finds a job, without a nagging doubt that he is under suspicion. He might hate them also, it goes without saying, when they blow up goodness and innoncence far away. But this hatred generally tempers down to a general disdain for this damned world, since an act far away in an experential and emotional sense always produces a tempered form of the emotion. He doesn't hate them when they look after their children or when they help a stranger in need or criticize their enemies' follies. This is also when he consequently blames or hates a nation, regardless of its political and economic build, when it acts greedily ; a good example of hatred for the effect giving rise to hatred for the cause. This national greed manifests itself in a few or more than a few greedy nation-runners who would go any distance to preserve only their or their nation's interest, and the latter is not the case always either which then makes the national process self-defeating. They would go the extra greedy mile even when it has created nuisances in the past. Even when it is at the expense of other nations or the earth. Our good man doesn't hate a nation when it salutes its heroes and thinkers or when it cradles a sturdy loving, growing family.