The Process Or Kafka's Dream Part 3 (Revised)

Could anyone think this uneducated? and undereducated mass of unemployed or underemployed, aged humanity, should, could or would, be able to rightly determine anyone’s fate? What farce, this democratic process? this capitalistic rigmarole; Serving, in the end, to do little more than place another Mc’D’s burger, on the table of a fat civil servant. This system of blind, weighted, judgment, assured anything BUT justice. Assured, as it always has, and always will; only peons remaining peons; busily buzzing about their self-important tasks paid, unpaid and pissed on. Aiding the true criminals, the ones; perpetuating poverty, homelessness, illness, and ignorance; in remaining in power. The Jury was called. The clocked marked the passing of the hour with black hands on a white face and all that was truly seen was gray.