Not long ago they killed a man of poverty,
Because he dared to buy beef for his family.
Men of the MOST certain way of life,
Surrounded and beat him until he died.
They beat him as he begged them to let him go,
They beat him with rods till all his bones broke,
They took turns when they got tired,
And they beat him and beat him and beat him and beat him,
Till he died.
And when I asked the people why, they said,
That he could have bought potatoes instead.
Because anyway, as per the economic theory,
Potatoes are cheaper that meat!
And I know that those animals go through hell,
And that it really hurts when you kill.
That the industrial meat and dairy factories,
Pollute absolutely everything.
That it’s totally unsustainable,
And possibly harming human gene health as well.
Perhaps it could be discouraged in the way that smoking is.
But did he have to be killed?
That poor man on his bicycle.
Should he have bought potatoes instead?
In the name of a ghost,
A mob tore down a mosque,
And built a temple in its stead,
Vengeance for something that might have happened,
Way back when.
An apparition replaced a spectre,
A big bound book replaced by figurines and fire,
This paved the way to a mass mobile funeral pyre,
And these fires were fanned to justify,
Just a small, mini genocide,
Another Reichtag?
No, the courts gave the clear.
And this gave them the votes,
And it brought them to power,
One of the nation’s finest hours.
But look now how they’re the same, they’re the same,
They give to the rich by taking from the poor.
Hand in glove with big bankers,
They give their corporate sponsors,
All those wonderful tax dollars.
Steal from the indigenous,
All their agri-forests,
And hand over, for pittance,
The nation’s natural resources.
They make deals for billionaires,
To pay less in taxes,
And store their stashes,
Under far away sea shells.
They serve these hidden rulers all their waking, working, traveling hours.
Are you the fool who believes,
that a billionaire corporation,
has the freedom to choose well-being,
over profit maximization?
We’re an idealist’s playground no more,
We have gag orders to make sure,
And prisons if you continue to bore.
The police will find a way, rest assured.
And while religions divide the people ever further.
Noone is to question the new true fuhrers.
Those who dare can either leave or face terror,
For to question them is to betray the border,
And expose the nation to all kinds of danger.
And it doesn’t matter that the poor still suffer,
And it doesn’t matter that a family lost a son, a brother, a father.
Just another poverty stricken mongrel, a weed,
A man who by birth was of a punishable creed,
As it is written and ordained indeed,
And he dared to buy beef to feed his punishably poverty stricken family.
Modest women in a manger, crying for the reporter, of some unpatriotic newspaper.
And when they asked the people why, they said,
That he could have bought potatoes instead.
Because anyway, even as per economic theory,
Aren’t potatoes cheaper than flesh?
Hush now! Bloody intellectuals are maligning the name,
Of a thousands of years old culture, rich and acclaimed.
You are mere flesh and blood, an individual,
Noone cares what you think, you are immaterial.
Just stick to your desk, don’t try and go to sea.
Accept your volatile place in the corporate machine.
Why can’t you just shut up and do your goddam’ duty!
Be grateful that you were not born a blue collar grunt,
You went to school, wear a shirt, you’re one of the lucky ones.
Why are you thinking of just one? Just think of the whole.
It’s only a few, we must all do pest control,
Besides, it’s not good to encourage these begging bowls.
Look at that new mall, look at our rocket.
Statues and cars and money in your pocket.
Our nation, so huge and mighty, see how it swells.
How it throbs, thrusts and bursts for us true nationals.
It is glorious and high, it can easily destroy,
Anyone who would dare to think of raising an eye.
Bow down, to the ground, and lick its holy feet.
Stay on your unworthy knees, drink its sacred pee.
Don’t you dare look up, or your doom you will meet.
People of the MOST certain way of life,
Will surround you and beat you until you die.
They will beat you as you beg them to let you live,
They will beat you with rods till all your bones give,
They will take turns when they get tired,
And they will beat you and beat you and beat you and beat you,
Until you’re dead.
And when I ask the people why, I imagine they will say,
That the fool could have stayed silent that day.
Because anyway, as we have seen thoughout history,
Even in the so called developed countries,
To question is to court death!
