Witnessing lightning ripping down a tree was a shocking event. At that location, all were sure it was a sign from God of punishment for traditional misdeeds of "lions".
A biblical proverb admonishes that it is better to be a "live dog" than a "dead lion". It was one of my mother's favourite. "When Mama spend har lass fi send yuh a class and make you upper class, you win and never come last."
Thus one raises the curtain and asks the true criminals to take a bow. They have ruined estates, and assassinated heirs with death by unknown means. Practising making perfect, they have chased coffins and know just how to sit at funerals with the intent of stepping in the blood, turning the knife in the wounds of loss of grieving family members.
The petty thieves are those who steal a piece of silver cutlery at the repast, but white-collar crime is the platform of the very highly exalted. They know to dig for real gold. Emotional rape has strong validity in their arsenal.
Perhaps it is no wonder that there is no moral authority really able to tackle crime on the ground.