The Shit Ship (22.10.2011 Friday Night Plea)
Alas, we are now being vulgarly ridiculed.
This outright challenge now in our faces, ever so sarcastically begging for our more courageous side to fight with utmost valour to salvage our most deserved, glaringly fundamental rights. Dear equality, hear my pleas, my dear people, it is high time to undertake upon yourselves, for the sake of the dignity of the blood running through of veins, to bring this motherfucker down.
Apparently.
As if those slanders of spirit and thieves of time had failed to instil in you as well, a profound hatred for shit.
Ah, bitter resentment for this superfluous, pretentious self-compiled pile of dung. Their lies, venomous bile from these two-tongued spiritual serpents are the paws of panthers nailing your tongue at its tip. Your peers, so conditioned by this morbid circumstance, have their noses so high that they do not even catch whiff of the putrid fumes that necessarily emanate from this God-forsaken crap.
Yourself however, in all goodwill and earnestness, obsess about this conspicuous brownish black snake lying, never removed, at the corner of the room. Eyes fixed on this tragedy, obsessing day and night of the consequences that are forthcoming, as the pile rises, often quietly, sometimes as a leviathan-ic obvious display of un-laudable audacity, to spit in your face and mock your ancestry of forefathers.
No, you do nothing -
And soon you are one and the same with that unquestioning layman, or that conventional intellectual, or even worse, you become one and the same with that contemporary warrior who draws from this wicked poo, to fuel their determination, and shirk their brothers, their very own kin which possess no such similar ‘courage’ to take that giant leap over that toxic abomination.
No, absolutely no one addresses the root of this ugly dying oak, as this great warrior had attained his treasure through adversity, he seats and dines with the enemy, pouring wine in his oppressors’ goblet, jeering at his own blood for not having been as fortunate as he. He laughs at the people who had supported and cheered him on, now that he has conquered his own personal status quo, he laughs alongside those oppressors, discriminators, insincere scoundrels. He bites at the hand that fed him yet kisses the foot that kicked him when he lay defeated on the floor.
This scum surely must have gone insane -
Seeking temporary gratification at the cost of blood of his already losing fellow soldiers. This jumping flea, parasite has decided to leech from the pile of shit. It is an unsightly sight indeed, and the best of us try to call upon this astray animal, once or twice at the behest of our abilities, and then turn our heads, bow in prayer. God forgive this feeble being, he know not what he hath done.
But we do not give too much heed to these traitors, indeed, were we to do so, they would take the judgments and the discerning looks of disgust of his own people to fuel him instead, afire with enthusiasm as some form of support toward his own personal, ever so selfish motives.
Fair-weather mongrels, yes, that is all they resemble and their stories should be compiled in the book of examples not to follow, as a reminder to our future generations that it is the now, that we shall have to mark forthwith our struggle for equality as a fight for freedom. Furthermore, we have to singlehandedly concentrate our forces against the enemy and not this bandwagon of Judases.
So, as flies start to circle that disgusting blob, your steady gaze has gone weary. You want to look away, to be indifferent, impervious, nonchalant, lackadaisical, careless, tolerant, accepting!!! You choose to embark on your journey, en route on a raft on the river in Egypt, you seek denial!
Yet, oh God forbid -
Yet you on occasion again and again, having almost treated the shit as an unchangeable, unchallengeable, accepted fact of life, you, in your walking dazedly in circles, have had by the will of self fulfilling fate, ironic, stark destiny, stepped, again and again and again into that ever rising stink pile. So much so that today, you find yourself waist-deep in this demonic goo, waking up to yourself and declaring that you will... RUN!!?
Note that however this is to be contrasted with that great man who decided to escape this treacherous fate, and said to himself: ok-lah, we shall make our own country under our own reign, in our own name: he deserves our utmost respect as he continued thereon, with little hesitation to although without stirring up a ruckus, welcome us with open arms to sit at his dinner table and share his crown.
So, now with head gasping for air and body literally submerged with that dirty business, you start to plead migration, fed-up and eyes set on greener pastures. Now, God bless those who would readily take one who has for years bitten their own tongue, for years conditioned themselves to clenching their arms on the chair’s arm amidst the decaying blasphemous scent, without so much as flinching, for they are loyal to treachery and servant to being subservient!
On your escapade nevertheless -
In sight of a new end, do you not realize that there are millions of others left on your sinking, stinking boat. Similar fates that had drank from the same wine glass of poison but unfortunately do not possess the means to seek, or even so much as to fathom this new end.
What is to become of these disparate souls? Are they to finally sink and drown in a life full of shit? Are the ever increasing number of our kinship and heirs of our blood to be in perpetuity subject to live on this pig’s island? There has to come a day when it turns inside out, one day when the guise of democracy and headdress of unity be unveiled, and all the lies which we have had to quietly succumb to be put to a ray of light so illuminating and the everything becomes transparent, crystal, the bees of truth swarm out of the facade of a hive harshly stinging us into place the blatant truth at the forefront of our minds: and the very foundation which this crypt of shit be built on crumble.
That day is now then -
Our hearts en-kindled with fury’s fire, join our hands and dance around the bonfire of burning shit. In joy, in laughter, in unison, in love and in the worthily deserved just expectation of things. It is the just, correct, right state of things; it is the perfect equilibrium demanded by justice, fairness, and even common sense. It is ourbirthright. Providence beckons, and there is no longer any question of taking sides.
The tide is turning now, and we have to get off the shit ship before it capsizes and let the stupid motherfucker sink: so that when the time comes when we all finally crash onto shore, it will be golden sand and an oasis of cultures and that the treasure shall be divided equally and not one man shall call the land his own.
Every minute spent wallowing in the shit is a moment ill-deserved and it brings shame to our nation, our people, our blood, our forefathers, our family, friends, and most of all, to you, the one individual of the masses who believes this shit. Snap out of it now, so that your people may collectively rise in turn.
Mutiny, motherfucker, while the orangutan of a captain is one legged and half brained.
And nothing, absolutely nothing can deny us of a fair share of our own motherland.