The capitalists -- the ones that live in the mansions and get their kicks in the sticks digging up the goodies of the natives while their goons stand on guard with invading armies or local militia who know on which side their their bread is buttered .
they breath free and feel free enterprise needs the catalyst of theft to kick start it
and when someone tries to get it back that's when they reinvent the law to cover their killer instincts with petty rationalizations, sometimes pretty, that they practice and call culture--- that must be protected with violence if the oppressed get pissed
and let their adrenaline bypass the circuses and instead go right to the jugular of their oppressors.
The sun shines on everyone
The ones with the close relationship to the gun runners get their choice of real estate in which to hang out and get a few rays.
The soul's network of synapses emits gems from all of them,
said the Newfoundlander who was reading a book by Rumi.
On the radio the Eagles were singing "Take It Easy"
at that part about not letting the " sound of your own wheels drive you crazy".
An Apache helicopter crew sing along with it as they release
their payload at an enemy target in a vegetable market.
For a while the people on the ground are totally stunned , if not dead.
Many will be forever scarred with fear.
Some will read Rumi and think about it and some will come by it naturally------ the ability to love your neighbor and to express it with honesty, and so risk another attack.
The crew of the Apache are exhilarated by their success
One of them yells out : When we get back home let's start a business.
The other guy can taste vomit.
He'll take that Stateside with him.
There's some that will look for a cure.
God bless them.
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