![]() The right to fight is lost when resistance itself becomes a crimeA Poem by anartaoThe rape is secondary to the fact the victim fought and whilst the rapist plays the victim shedding tears before the court the victim finds themselves defending an act of self-defence, in which the fight to save yourself becomes an act of false pretence, in close relation to the view that victims ask for their attack, theories from the gutter that reflect the lowest track that human logic travels in defence of the aggressors, for the makers of the law share pockets deep with the oppressors Whilst the example that I give may not be found in civil courts it’s the ethics business follows and the reason wars are fought, for the little man must bite his tongue and bend over the table, for free trade and diplomacy are nothing more than fables. From resource rich foreign countries to environmental laws, their legs will be thrust open to become the dollars w****s, pinned down by the talons of a hawk that eats its young, whilst the vultures crowd the branches as the noose is being strung Force will be monopolised till resistance equates attack, the double speak that see's defence become a terror act, the same linguistic magic trick that’s used to issue cost when laws for conservation become a bill for profits lost, when unrestrained growth becomes the mantra of fanatics, economic extremists with their killer mathematics, making numbers on a page worth more than flesh that clothes the bone, ensuring countries rich in resources will not be left alone, condemning generations to a debt they never spent, the house is burnt and blackened but they’ve got to pay the rent If you try to stand and fight for what lies within your lands, if you try and fight against the stock markets demands, if respect for mother earth is placed before pure greed, if you care less for your own wants than for someone else’s needs, prepare to face adversity and struggle in your days for what may seem as common sense is not the cents that pay, and the roar of gold drowns out the whisper found within a heart, and unity remains a dream when we’re all so far apart © 2013 anartaoReviews
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StatsAuthor![]() anartaoSydney, AustraliaAboutI write to keep my self sane, and because the act of writing is also one of creating, and with the majority of power in the world today laying in the hands of destroyers, we need all the creators we c.. more..Writing
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