THE SCAVENGERS
For millennia,
the scavengers have spread chaos across the Earth.
They sow desolation
for sterile chimeras,
for fleeting vanities.
If I had held the power of creation,
this cursed planet
would never have existed.
Oceans of blood.
Mountains of corpses.
Millennia of savagery.
They ravage nations
to plunder their very entrails of raw materials.
For them, democracy
means bombing countries
that refuse their hegemony.
For them, freedom
means locking up criminals
born from their own diseased capitalism.
They carry, as inheritance,
the horrors of their slave-trading ancestors.
They carry in their veins
the racialist, racist,
supremacist and demonic reflexes
of their bloodline.
They invented religions
to better curse humanity.
They invented God,
paradise and hell
to turn money
into a loquacious egregore.
Their cannibal economy
shoots up on oil, on gold,
on diamonds, on uranium,
on gas, on coltan,
and on rare earths.
They use immigration
like a mop
to wipe their feet
on the humanity of third-world countries.
They’ve planted military bases
in every corner of the Earth
as if they owned this planet.
They act
as if they were immortal.
Let them not forget:
all empires die.
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