Open Poetry #40 |
Dying System |
WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
People struggling to survive on the fringes of a cold, dying system; hiding from the tycoons and their henchmen called “governments” – trying desperately to find a place in the global slave market (euphemistically called “employment”) where the chain is not too heavy and the price less than the wage with something left over to feed the children in the cold. The planet’s life-giving mantle cracks, dries, freezes and oozes of poisonous fumes. The system has run its course but who is aware of this fact? Not those who still chase the elusive dollar, – the rich buying a corporation – – the poor, a lottery ticket – nor those who strive to keep the best place at the trough. And as the trough gets deeper it also gets shorter and fewer snouts can fit into it. Desperate government lackeys, armed with indecent laws and justice-denying taxes take the fat of whatever crop remains after the CEO’s have milked the cream: The miserable rich rail against the poor and the poor are finally left with only one choice: to die in the name of “free enterprise”. Will it all end? The academic question is already answered: Not “if” but “when”. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I enjoy your candor and honesty! good to read you again |
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