The peasants cried out “du pain, du pain, donnez –nous du pain “, “Bread, Bread give us Bread.” The aristocrats replied in a bourgeois accent “donnez –leur du gâteau”, Let them eat cake.
The end of aristocracy, a birth of a revolution.
An end of a revolution, a birth of an aristocracy.
A new era, a new land, a new cry ‘Give us work, Give us work’. The new elite, a new aristocrat, sit in towers of opulence are deafened and inebriated to the cries of the marginalized.
Work, no work as the cancer of corruption erupts from the mountain of democracy. The malignant lava flows and spreads infesting every crack, crevice and nook.
The malignancy impedes the development of bat and ball, track and field, retards those who protect and serve, tilts the scales of justice, infects those who heal and paralyses those who endeavour to enlighten and educate.
Those who rule and not govern, claim a copyright on suffering and oppression. Those who lead and not manage, claim a patent on liberation and freedom. Lest we forget the wrinkles of suffering, and the callousness of oppression.
The elite in their oasis of decay grow and thrive on corruption, growing richer and richer. The poor in their slumber suffer and depreciate. The youth, young and restless parade litter strewn streets seeking hope, with men from faraway lands offering a quick fix. The wise, gold and mature in years, are poached and hunted in the dark, like dogs over turning trash cans at night. Workers are slaughtered, with rifles that rattle to the tune of the Macarena.
The debauched dance and flirt, blue lights flashing and sirens blaring, as taps run dry, foundations collapse, literature drowns, sewers choke. The dance of the proletarians is one of high intensity, an expression of indignation.
The malignant elite launder and squander, while new laws are promulgated to protect those who peculate. Commit the offence, get the suspension, cry discrimination, and get the promotion. Commit the crime, get the sentence, and cry fever and get free.
The infected dine and wine, whining and laughing like hyenas scavenging on carrion. They prey on the ballot of the poor circling like vultures over a fresh kill. The poor in their daily toil and drudge sing out a mantra “Give us this day our daily bread”.
Tenderness, tenders, jobs, contracts and contacts distributed equally in the cabal, the coterie.
The logic of x and y is zero, nought. The emphasis is on the accent of a capital A, and the phonetics of C. A for Aristo C for Cat.
Who shall we call on to apply radiation to eradicate the cancer of corruption? Shall we call in a surgeon who specializes in obstetrics and the multiplication of genes? Shall we call on; those who fail to build a kitchen cupboard?
What new economic model should be developed for all, not only for those in the inner circle? Shall we look, at an industry that cram people into vehicles designed and built for family Sunday Picnics? An industry exempted of paying taxes, whose slogan is “PROFIT, before People, without respect to limb and life and which operates above the law.
Who will lead us to the Promised Land? A land that abounds in beauty and resources. Who will be the new Robin Hood?
The Universe has judged the act of social engineering as a crime against humanity. How are we to confess the sin of corruption? How are we to absolve the sinners? Are we to look to east, where the sin of corruption is eradicated by extermination?
A state of emergency called, all who think, who are involved and commit acts of corruption should be brought to justice. No secret law to encourage peculation, rather an act to act against family, friend and foe who embezzle the reserves. Create a climate to encourage speculation and investment.
When will the marginalized sit at the banquet of liberation and sip from the cup of freedom?
A new song is to be sung to the old tune of “Where have all the flowers gone?”
“Where have all the comrades gone, gone to corruption everyone, When will we ever learn, when will we ever learn”
For evil to continue good men must do nothing, let’s stop watching and start listening.
Liberté, égalité, fraternité