AES39 Nothing More to Eat

The poor cried, “We are starving. There is no more bread, and we have nothing to eat”

The rich man said, “Not my problem you don’t work for your bread.”

As if he did not snatch away the grain for his own greedy hands and create filling bread for his own overflowing mouth.

 

The poor cried “We are dying. There is no more medicine, and we’re all ill”

The rich man said, “Not my problem you don’t take care of yourself.”

As if he did not buy all the medicine and raise the prices so high, the gods themselves would not be able to reach.

 

The poor people stopped crying, and the rich man was satisfied… 

Until they came knocking at his door one night; their faces were sunken, their flesh decaying, their eyes sightless. They were monsters of the rich man’s own making.

 

As they devoured his flesh, the rich man cried, “Please, spare me!”

The ravenous zombies said, “Not our fault you fattened yourself up for slaughter.”

 

“When the people shall have nothing more to eat, they shall eat the rich”

-Jean Jacques Rousseau-