Sunday, 26 August 2018


Imagine being born to wealth and never needing a thing. 
What a marvelously horrid child must inevitably spring. 
What a way to live your life - devoid of all suffering, 
Devoid of the growth, the aspiration and the hope that it brings. 

So whenever you see a rich christian - my friend do not be stumped. 
We are all just rats, but some of us are born at the dump. 

A rat born at the dump doesn't know the torture, 
Of living life on constant edge from the impending threat of slaughter
It doesn't know what sacrifice is.
It doesn't know that bad choices have consequences. 
It doesn't know what it feels like to hunger,
To cry in the cold whilst the sky cracks with thunder
To want something desperately just to see it be plundered
Or to watch someone wealthy want for nothing in wonder

So pity it, as you see it cavorting upon a yacht off the coast of Spain
Pity it, as you nurse your nugget of existential pain
Pity it, as perfect as it seems -
Life is even more miserable with no sadness in between.

So whenever you see a rich conservative talking enthusiastically about Trump -
Remember we are all just rats, but some of us are born at the dump. 

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