Cormac McCarthy descibes the following scene in his book, ‘The Road”. A father and son are walking along a road to what they hope will be, a better place. And coming from the direction their headed, is a caravan. McCarthy descibes this caravan, and it is a perfect description of what people can become, when evil reigns…
“He put his hand on the boy’s head. ‘Shh’, he said. ‘What is it, Papa?’ ‘People on the road. Keep your face down. Don’t look.’ No smoke from the dead fire. Nothing to be seen of the cart. He wallowed into the ground and lay watching across his forearm. An army of tennis shoes, tramping. Carrying three-foot lengths of pipe with leather wrappings. Lanyards at the wrist. Some of the pipes were threaded through with lengths of chain fitted at their ends with every manner of bludgeon. They clanked past, marching with a swaying gait like wind-up toys. Bearded, their breath smoking through their masks. ‘Shh’, he said. ‘Shh’. The phalanx following carried spears or lances tasseled with ribbons, the long blades hammered out of trucksprings in some crude forge up-country. The boy with his face in his arms, terrified. They passed two hundred feet away, the ground shuddering lightly. Tramping. Behind them came wagons drawn by slaves in harness and piled with goods of war and after that the women, perhaps a dozen in number, some of them pregnant, and lastly a supplementary consort of catamites illclothed against the cold and fitted in dogcollars and yoked each to each. All passed on. They lay and listen. ‘Are they gone, Papa?’ ‘Yes, they’re gone.’ ‘Did you see them?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Were they bad guys?’ ‘Yes, they were the bad guys.’ ‘ There’s a lot of them, those bad guys.’ ‘Yes there are. But they’re gone.'”
This scene descibes perfectly, where enemies of mankind would have us, yolked to one another as our brothers keepers, lead by chain and pipe and collar by our betters who wear the leather skins of those fallen before, who’s bodies failing, served as warm food on some cold night for the drivers of caravans ontop the roads through tyranny, toward total madness.