Image credit: Alan McGuire
By Jim Aitken
How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
An obscene ogre with that lethal combination
of ignorance and arrogance.
A comandante of cruelty at home and abroad,
one who delights in dehumanising others,
has billions and wants more billions.
One who murders without remorse, who shows
pleasure in doing so and murders the language he uses.
One who speaks with moronic certainties using
expletives to mask his lack of understanding.
One who loathes the institutions of higher education
and crudely puts down all who deem to criticise him.
One who reduces all things in life to the level of a deal,
a deal that he has imposed devoid of any other alternatives.
One who lacks not only manners or grace but all forms
of common courtesy which he perceives as forms of weakness.
One who embodies the brutal competitiveness of the rapacious
economic system that made him who he is.
These are but some of the ways that I loathe thee.
And yet, there are those others I loathe even more,
the ones who chose him, backed him with buckets of cash,
use him to front and mask their own desires for more,
the bankers, the oil men, the developers, the techno-fascists
most of all who are funding his brash ballroom, they are all
the villains behind the obscene ogre. For he embodies all
that they crave – more and more billions, trillions to be made
from a world in pain and a climate breaking down.
And let this loathing turn to mass action to oust them all.
