And when we entered the shiny city…it was on marshland
and there was smoke from chimneys of factories, but there
were streets of light and stores selling lingerie’s we could
not resist, there were beggars in the street which disturbed
us greatly, and workers we had fought for were working long
hours for little pay and no rights. But we the middle class
and intellectuals had won our freedom, in liberty to voice our
discontent into a void as we’re ignored by the new rulers who
had found a new way to disregard our demand for equality by
cosseting us; and we succumbed to this sparkle of light after
all life is better now than under tyranny; we know the masses
are fed, and we don’t need to know anymore.
