Dictator runs the narrative, threatens, fires, lies and fury.
Controls the coffers, flogs his servants, incites the faithful, degrades the women, emasculates the men.
He is the sum of himself and his minions. Minions enable the one.
Without that symbiosis the dictator would perish. That parasite needs a host.
Like the VIRUS.
He is he and the sum of his parasites. The host is a shell once called a party.
Greed, lust, disregard for the under gloried.
He is Pharaoh.
They are Pharaoh.
Hoards stockpiles of life saving devices in the temple
Those are for the privileged.
The under worthy can silently suffocate alone.
Who cares, thinks Pharaoh?
If they care now he banks on them forgetting when he puts a few dollars in their pockets and promises the moon.
He is/ they are corrupted Israelites on the radar of one Jesus.
The wealth worshipers.
Wealth is power.
Extra is power.
Time to remember.
God threatened to kill the children.
Of the flock that wrongly enslaved and imprisoned.
Release them from bondage or the first born is killed.
And God killed his first and only.
Made him a martyr.
He died for you. Now it’s pay back time cause you didn’t get the message.
You weren’t humble.
You worshiped money.
Didn’t notice, didn’t care.
Years slide by.
Injuries add up.
Poison the earth for a buck.
Flog ourselves to everlasting labor.
Enslaved to the dollar,
Owned by the man, the landlord, the lender,
Over step and step over.
Money will make us immune.
Well I’ll grant you it can help
like that fat lipid surrounding the Covid 19 virus.
Their are some shields;
Better healthcare, education,
the privilege of space to surround one’s fortress.
No one is exempt.
The innocent and the guilty will go when
their time is up.
What will we do when it is ours again?
Will we re step into the ashen streams
Slumber under brown smog skies?
Dump stockpiles of pesticides back on our food?
Ignore the poor?
Disable the ignorant?
What will we do with our time?