text for the worker

text for the worker
You give the best of your own, the invisible, living on your money get you down
Their money makes you suffer, they control every second of your life
They use your mates to punish you when you get weak
Of course, they are better organised and control all structures
the newspaper, the art and teevee, the internet and your talk at the pub.
Their parties got the power, their paliments inspired by their race, their language, their ecology, their religion, their freedom of the strongest.
Their elections don’t talk about exploitation, their unions locked you out,
or put each of you in an isollated box. When are you going to attack ?
Of course, their order reigns and you’ve got some cash.
They keep on restructurating and close the factories
in times with so much hunger
What you faught for, they’ll take back again. Their new bloody world order marches ; while they spoil a few of us to keep strong themselves.
While old structures control, your own program, can’t be born
You cannot choose your leaders, you stay isolated…afraid, they cut your wings each day… untill you don’t fly no more
and the next generation steps in their tricks again
Give us the right to live and work, we will create welfare and income
If their system cannot give this, we’ll take the means for it
We don’t need complicated calculations. We count and divide.
Give us free subscriptions for almost everything, and we ‘ll do all the work;
our way, equally, without harming nature.
Give us time to think and talk and discover who we are,
we’re not jus that political and economical animal,
we have our human needs as well
We want to discover other cultures, not bombing them.
We want to get close to those inner energies we discover,
not follow their rivaling churches.We will make good things happen in time.
LESSONS FROM HISTORY
Can lessons from class-struggle become descisive ?
Or does evil continue to be permissive . (see further my political analyses of this age unther ‘lessons from history’
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February 6, 2010. Tags: , . poems. Leave a comment.

song for the worker

SONG FOR THE WORKER
To earn a living as a one man company can be a delight.
For many ‘independants’ it has become an enormous fight.
It started years ago, if you were not a big farmer, you had to go.
Agroindustry has poisoned a lot of the cattle, it’s time to start the battle.
Let’s do away with injecting hormons,antibiotics, giving dead meat to cow
The sensible and honnest farmers know better how.
It isn’t a question of beiing able to pay more for more quality.
But a question of honnesty, not believing in insanity.
Investing in health instead of spilling to much wealth.

To earn a living as a litle enterprise can be very nice.
Working together in a close team can sometimes be a dream.
But when competivity gets to tough, workers often get enough.
Their lttle boses being obliged to attack their former friends
No longer they can pay the same amount of cents.

To earn a living in Statecapitalism can be a mockery.
Because to many overpaid bureaucrats at the top can take away your job
Even while you are at work with no usefull thing to do.
Or belonging to the part of the collegues with to much to do.
Your life is really no delight and badly needs a fight.

To earn a living in a half State owned company
Is not the key for a better destiny.
Every month more oppression is invented.
Priviliges divide the discontented.
The unions of classcollaboration do not give the answers.
Just as the rest of bourgeois politicians they see us as puppet dansers.
Prices for pubic services rice; proletarian masses atomise… is big money’s only advice.
Meanwhile all those who think they can stay..
put on a comedy show to please the bosses in any way.

To earn a living in a big private capitalistic machine, is the biggest hell
We ought to do away with as well.
So later on we can tell children : work at ease, work is meant to please
Don’t care about profit-making, the world is ours for the taking
Money is only something you can use to exchange
Handed over in more equal parts it can rearange.
This speculation-mad world considers humans as economical worth.
Put the system out of it’s misery, where it belongs, with the dirth.
It’s time to realise we pay a terrible price for this ‘his masters-disguise’
Pollution, stress, poverty, wars and famine are things to examine
And to do away with in time…if not, we’re also guilty of the biggest crime

February 6, 2010. Tags: , , . poems. Leave a comment.