Stop the unthinking king

Stop the unthinking king

By Field Ruwe
Our destiny has slipped out of our grip. The Chinese, a people who possess great insights into the psychic of a poor soul have infantilized the unthinking king. Born in the cauldron of passivity and docility he sits at the dock of the bay, watching as our republic slowly disappears beyond the horizon on a thousand mile journey began with one Chinese step. Sail away Zambia! Sail away!

My compatriots, shiftless, slothful and uncaring; degrees firmly affixed to a wall of futility; their intellect shackled by the legs and neck and fastened to a pole by the hand of the Chinese, watch, their tongues tucked in the esophagus; none possess power to break the shackles; none possess the valor, mettle, audacity to stop our unthinking king from the covetous Chinese on their thousand mile journey. Sail Away Zambia! Sail Away!

We the eternal merchandise; helplessly we watch as our republic is auctioned for a pound of flesh by the unthinking king. Blinded by trinkets, can’t see the impeding catastrophe beyond the horizon; so deaf can’t hear the clicking sound of handcuffs from the Chinese in his own regalia. Together we sail shackled in La Amistad on a thousand mile journey that began with one Chinese step. Sail away Zambia! Sail Away!

My compatriots, listen to the lamentations of the multitudes, reverberating off the walls of your hearts, as they sail a thousand miles to servitude, serfdom, and thrall. Are we senseless humans we can’t hear their plea? Listen to the voices of your children wailing as they sail a thousand miles to servitude, serfdom, and thrall. Listen; listen. Who among you can save them; who among you can save them from the Chinese; who among you can save them from the indoctrinated unthinking king? Who among you can jump on La Amistad and free your brethren; our republic?

Surely, we are not all cowards, fainthearted, gutless creatures. It then begs the question: who among us is the man called intrepid; who among us, with pacification, can stop the unthinking king for he possesses no power, no awe! Are we to be disgraced by ourselves and be treated like livestock by others, or are we to rise and defend our motherland; our republic. Rise son of the soil; rise!

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