The Evil Bureaucrat

“I have an idea”, were the words that I said, To the cabinet of officials before me. “We don’t have enough workers to build and to farm”, Success I would boldly guarantee. They worked through the day, and through every night, In shifts each twelve hours long. Creating powerful buildings of pure austere and awe, Huge buildings that were invincibly strong. Everyone had a bed, was fed regularly, they laughed, Sang, were so happy and loud. And those that were sad, we just sold them to a theatre, To wrestle lions in front of a crowd. No one complained in those days of create, folks lived lives, Till they could no longer toil. Then they prayed to me, they loved me so much, So I let them dig their own catacomb in the soil. My idea, it was brilliant, we accomplished so much, They built my striking Egyptian grave. We were first on the Earth to make a working business, Turning an African culture into a slave. 24th July 2016