29/12/2018
For all you care,... he was just a tool,.... on your farmland.
Your friendship,usually ends at the kitchen door.
Diluting a strong black coffee with milk only breeds contempt.
Titration times are made for you all only.
Beyond which lies the politics of slavery.
We all could see,... beyond the facades,... of forced pleasantries.
That,... the devil lies within,... behind those tolerances.
But,... the structural dichotomy,... was ever present.
As vivid,... as night & day.
Where one comes in,... and the other has no choice,... but,... seize to exist in peace.
The undertone,.. was rooted in a means of survival,... as institutionalised.
We were confined to the hardest jail sentences, with little or no rations of crumbs.
Which was almost always,... never fixed,... nor adequately dished out on time.
Every havesting seasons,... is a pay less of our children's meals.
While, it's celebration daily.
Not even one last day of rationing ends,... without pilfering.
Cut this and that.
Yet,... we plowed the land,... in,... inhumane temperatures.Without due consideration to health or adequate safety.
We watched in dismay,... as the once able brothers and sisters,... became vegetables. Lungs filled with malignant melanoma, and bloodstream partying.
While the ice cold hand,... of the angels of fate,... gulped poor R*ch*e.
The ultimate accolade,... bestowed on all farm hands.
A worthless rocky grave and a termite infested wooden cross his memory pillow.
Lured into doing everything,.. through,... often false,... or exaggerated promises,... or persuasion.
That light at the end of a tunnel hallucinating storytelling.
Used,... and sometimes poisoned with occupational, but avoidable hazards.
Where and when did you start convincing your soul, that you mean them well?
Now,... the wheels turning slowly. And hopefully, the criminal justice system might slam dunk some of you all posthumously too.
Sometimes,... we couldn’t help,... but watch helplessly,... as you acquire,... and liberate your pleasure toys with complementary toys.
Just like yesterday,... your previous stallion,... made away with all the luxuries, with a befitting smile.
Or, are you still sleeping?
Wakeup, this new kids means business. A bitter tsunami of cumulative pent up emotions is waiting next door
And they are hell bent on making your reign a joke. Only more human.
Thats what a colorful masala smells like. Rabbits, will feed you more than enough carrots. Oh! My apologies in advance. Heads,... you loose,... and,... tails,...you loose.
While those,... on whose back bone the farm rest from inception,... we're discarded when fully spent. With absolute nothing.
Not even a paper clip.
No!.. Not one,... or any,... left with a smile,... or something tangible,... for being a loyal farm tool. No! Not one.
For lips service sake,...we're all ears and watching. Yes, you spoiled your latest toy too, with enough worldly grandeur. And all we all could swallow was... "not again???"
A red metallic Japanese iron horse,... worth over half an "M" in tza's. And,... you just can't stop fooling yourselves with that thinking that animals do not have emotionss?
Ha ha ha!
Why not pinch yourself,... and,... look in the mirror?
That which you see as supreme,... is only an obscurely - obscured version of your ancestral advantages.
Even the pelvic vi****or operator,... of your first fruit,... got a company horse carriage too,... for free.
Our all inclusive company pickup truck.
I mean,...@× #×% ₩.
Feel free to reflect deeply,.. upon any of your farm animal,... that got water of such purity to drink...?
He was just your daughter's lollypop for stupidity sake!
While your slaves kept sweating from dusk to dawn,...for hourly crumbs.
While you pay yourself, and,... other pigs,... obseen amounts in renumeration for killing us, slowly.
But,... donkeys are beast of burden,... specially crafted and created,... to soaks it all in with an ever pleasant smile.
Off the records:
"Dung beatles are known and claimed to pull 15 times their body weight, just to make pigs smile to the bank daily."
W**k on it Snow White.
Get a good laugh,.. ha ha!
You must be wetting your pants in ecstacy.
Very very funny indeed.
But,... a wise man once said:
"conscience is an open wound, and that, only the truth can heal it". Utman Dan Fodio.
This disease has been deeply woven,... into the fabric of your conscience.
This beautifully armoured garment of yours, will surely disintegrate too,... just like the others before you.
That White paper horse is crumbling.
This new wind is not only threatening,... but,... we can see,... that false smile,... wiping off.
Just like the storms,... created by faults that you caused souls seven scores infinite.
Exploit the last,... of the willing donkeys,... on your dilapidated farmlands.
Change is setting you up for good.
Seal their coffins with your trademark and charismatic deceptions.
Go on milking their precious essence dry, all in the name of a 9 to 5.
Our descendants are going to be brutally unforgiven.
This dispensation has given rise to the dawn of the slaves, and the rest of your types.
Omam Uggy.