The corruption and greed that poisons our lives is now so blatant that there is not a country on the planet that doesn't have the people on the streets clashing with the state apparatus. Rio de Janeiro, still has people protesting after the massive riots of a month ago, Portugal's recent protests have the financial Mafia feeling nervous, At the weekend the Spanish people vented some of their anger on the streets of Madrid. We could go on picking country by country, but the picture would still be the same, anger at exploitation, greed and corruption, and that anger is always pointed at the state and its festering marriage with the corporate/financial world. The anger of the people will not simply disappear, the illusion of democracy has fallen, the smoke and mirrors have vanished like morning mist, leaving a clear view of the hypocrisy and corruption that oversees the will of the people. There is a battle of wills taking place, the will of the corporate/financial world and the will of the people. If we all realise that they need us, but we don't need them, then we are more than half way to victory.
I Am The Crowd.
I am the crowd
I swim in the quagmire of poverty
its hooks, its barbs, tear my flesh
rupture my dreams,
I hold my breath for centuries
hoping to break through, gasp pure air.
Through the murky mire
I see bright things, shiny things sparkle
I see women in fine dresses, men in silk shirts
I ask myself
why do I swim in this cesspool?
I want the light and warmth of rectitude
to caress my labouring body,
seeds of my dreams to bloom
like wild flowers in a meadow.
One day I will use my boundless strength
to haul this torn, battered being
out of the morass
onto the warm grassy bank,
when I do;
woe betide you, women in fine dresses
woe betide you mister in your fine silk shirt
should you ever try to get in my way,
for I am the strength of the world
I am the crowd.