TORMENT OF A REBEL

TORMENT of a REBEL

But to some
The odour is perfume!
Like the dainty green flies
Who feast in the aroma of death
To maintain their pot bellies.
They have no mind
only their strong urge to suck
The debris of human spoil
To sing and dance on the carcass
Of the suffocated worms
Stifled by the aroma of death

Poor worms!
Monumental Fellows of the Reich
Sheepished and wasted.
Left in ignorance and subservience
Made contented in want
For their Fate
Abandoned in the dark
They feel their blind heads
Through the dark furrow
To them the aroma is poison
That processes their end
Slowly but surely.
To increase the feed
For the majestic flies.

Lucky worms
They are not bitter
They do not know
Do not understand nor feel
Their afflictions
Their exploitations
Dehumanisation and waste
They owe no grudge
Even to the opportunists
Whom they conceded,
By social contract.
To run the estate
For the common good.

They are innocent
ignorant
And suffer their fate,
At times with thanks
In simple faith
They die in pieces
In peace
Bliss of ignorance!

But this Rebel
This self-claimed eye-tensed
Who is instructed in the craftiness
Of the fouler
who is conversant with
The darkness of the furrowing worms
Who knows what fills the
Tummy of the dainty flies
He knows no sleep
He knows that the writhing worms
Make the fodder which the
Flies raise their kind with
He knows that the writhing worms
Should have their share
That they have a right
To the fodder—
The cake which the Baker
Meant to grow for all.
He knows that the worms
Do not know they have a share
But credit the fouler with
The bounty,
And content themselves with
The crumbs the dogs leave behind
Cuush!
He is sick
Bitter
Mad
At man's inhumanity to man
Perpetuated on the altar of
Orchestrated egalitarian nonsense!

He wants the fouler to
Have a conscience!
He wants the dainty flies
To remember their source
He wants the worms eyed and
Sensed to know their due and claim!
He wants fairness, reason and justice
To prevail in the Reich
For each to be his brother's
Keeper! To make the store
To enjoy the store
From each according to his ability
To each according to his need!

Poor Rebel!
He exchanged bliss of ignorance
For torment
Price of learning
To a Rebel!