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Free My People
How can it be that your words come so easily. Are you blind. Has your love for money finally overtaken any sense of compassion or knowledge of equality.
I heard you lecture on business today.
You talked of how the Occupy Wall Street movement was unfair.
That your kind had worked so very hard.
That hard work got you were you are today.
You said that if the other ninety nine percent of us were willing to work as hard as you, then we would be wealthy as well.
These people you speak of, are the reason you are wealthy today. Do you not see the people who made your wealth.
Your factory workers, your miners, your mill workers, your oil workers, your lumberjacks, and fishermen.
Wait. Wait a minute. You need to know something.
These people are not yours.
They do not work for you because they think you are so very wonderful.
They work for you, because they have too.
They do this work because they need to eat.
They need to raise families.
They need homes to live in.
And maybe, just maybe, if they work long and hard enough all year, they might be able to go on vacation for a few weeks.
Have you not spent endless hours with your accountants, and so called efficiently experts. Devising and formulating how to make as much profit from your workers as possible.
Did I say workers.......perhaps you would be more comfortable with the word peasants.
My thoughts have always been this.
How much do you need to make. When will that bank account be big enough for you to stop and look at the real reasons you are so wealthy.
Your exploitation of the people’s needs.
Believe me sir when I tell you.
It isn't going to be a pretty sight when these people you worked into the grave. These people you pay as little money to as possible. These people you have learnt how to convince they were free. These people that are really nothing more than your slaves........decide to revolt.
When they truly see what you have made them become.
When they see that your wealth comes only from their struggles.
That the wealth of this land in natural resources, you gave to your friends to create industry and jobs, was in reality. There's all along.
You owe them royalties.
It isn't going to be a pretty sight.
Share the wealth.
Divide the profits equally.
Free my people.
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