The pandemic has produced a greater burden on the shoulders of the ordinary people of this country and abroad. To a life of struggle has been added loneliness, greater uncertainty, closer surveillance and an increase in poverty. For how long will we take this injustice in a world of unimaginable wealth, surely the time has run out for the pampered, privileged parasite class, who plunder the spoils of our labour. It is not just their plundering of the spoils of our labour, but their unbridled greed driven destruction of the planet that must force our hands in defence of the future of our grandchildren and all life on the planet. The hourglass of their time in power must now be running out fast.
IT'S TIME TO STORM HEAVEN.
Under the yoke of servitude we dragged our existence forward
For generations have fertilised the earth with our blood
Oiled the machinery of wealth with our sweat
We have produce bountiful harvests
A mountain of luxury
Yet
All we know is
Penury pain and poverty
Struggle laced with bitter anguish
Our hands have fashioned a pleasure palace
Feasts abundance frivolity and a sea of fetishes
For a merciless army that feeds on selfishness and greed
And though we dwell under the shadow of hell
We will shall never relinquish our dreams
In our hearts we nurture a better future
A softer world for all our children
Where poverty's claws
And war's ire
die
One day
Our righteous anger
Will smoulder and rumble
And cause the old world to tremble
Before exploding in a blast of social justice
We the people will storm the gates of an earthly heaven.
If not under these dark times,----then when?
