Profits from Misery
I got up in the middle of the night with these words ringing round my head. I wrote them down in the dark. They are better in the dark. The light of reality does not make happy reading.
This world is run by the big corporations for profit. They do not care about human suffering, the pillaging of nature, death, misery, rape, torture, slaughter or the rape of the planet. All they care about is money.
It’s like a big computer game as they accrue their billions. Who has the best yacht? Who has the best penthouse suite? Who has the most wealth, most power, and most influence?
They bribe and control from afar. No government is immune. They fund the candidates they want elected. They buy up the media to tell us what to believe and who to vote for and they control the corruption.
Lying if all part of their strategy.
They blow it up and profit so they can build it up again. One big cycle of misery in which the 99.9% of us all swim.
Their faces are well hidden except when they buy a football club or two.
Profits from Misery
They are selling condoms to paedophiles
So they don’t leave DNA.
They’re selling missiles to maniacs
Who have the means to pay.
We’re best friends with Saudi
And Assad’s not such a bad guy.
Profit – that’s the reason why.
We’re selling bullets to psychopaths
And thumb-screws to bully boys
As long as they’ve sufficient readies
To pay for all the toys.
Profit from misery
They do not give a damn.
Children play in sewage
When it’s part of their big plan.
Screams are just the background
To the purchase of another yacht.
There are no holds barred.
They give it all they’ve got.
They’re selling bombs to the bastards
Who are murdering their own.
Electric prods to torturers
Who never act alone.
Stability’s the enemy
That’s no fun.
You cannot make good money
If they’re not killing everyone.
Opher 10.1.2015
Very dark indeed. It seems that all the old capitalist families are now bought out by bigger and bigger corporations with no feeling for any place or people. Yes, just a boardroom and a profit and if we’re really lucky some global initiative somewhere in Africa.
Very sad. I see the future as a concrete jungle, no wilderness and a lot of corporate misery. There surely has to be a better way?
I think there are a lot of people fighting against that and need a bigger voice : transition and the Green Party. They are trying hard locally in London.
There are lots of people doing things. It is just when you travel the world and see the scale of the problem that it becomes daunting.
That’s a really sad poem because of the truth of it. One would like to think the system will wake up and go OH CRAP WHAT HAVE WE DONE? one of these days. Should we hold our breath?
I do not think they care. They are selfish, greedy and completely oblivious.