And the machine turns - the politicians drive it with fear, the media bloody steers it. The filth pig cops clear it a path and the bastard self-serving magistrates and public prosecution own the fuckin gas stations, and don’t those little demi-god fuckin twats know it! And the general mass watch it and even cheer its passing. We watch places in Africa, Asia, and the Middle-East with street riots, molotov tossing dodging rubber bullets, and we shake our heads labeling them insane. When we are the fucking mad ones - we sit back, throw the odd armchair whinge at the 6 o’clock news, and think ourselves informed. We are the unconscious, the limited, the uneducated, the confined, restrained, and regulated. We are the insane; after all, we live with it. Where are the unsettled, the informed - forming lynch mobs in public parks? Hunting down and having them answer their fear mongering, self-inflating, bullshit-spinning campaigns. I have wished for God more than I can remember in the last 6 months and I see him in few places- perhaps he is tired of our people - given up and moved on. Perhaps he has shaken his head, rolled his watered eyes and quietly walked away. My hope remains that he has not. Rather that he sits and watches, knuckles white with frustration at the bloodied injustice, the uneven. I hold hope that some divine remains sternly, steadily, knitting a feathered blanket. I hope, if for nothing else, demiurge remains to punish the filthy likes of elephants and donkeys to have them live as they now inflict. Shame.
+ Words by Franz. 1 May 2012.