Immigrant
The sun rose over the patio on an isolated house on a hill, or what some may call a mountain - oh just a manufactured home. But it looked nice and the view was incredible.
“We must not lose our humanity!”
He spoke from the podium, a black box with an angled top, a stay on the bottom to keep his notebook from falling off. He stood in a cornfield, or was it a wheat field, with Ravens flying up into a cloudy Blue Sky.”
“Ears of corn to hear for a harvest that may never come. Remember the main!” It went on...
“The problem isn’t racism. People don’t just come to the cornfield for corn. They come for the atmosphere.”
“The problem is actually economics. I mean you get a bunch of people into the labor force, you can’t raise wages.”
In the fields below a solitary figure isolated, stood with a black wooden podium, all alone except for the Ravens, a caw, caw, caw.
They must have liked it, what he had to say, spit a tweaking.
But the sun, -beautifully warm, graceful when peaking around clouds, made a beautiful contrast amongst the yellow fields.
Thump!
“... The lifeblood of an economy is based on an individual’s purchasing power.”
Thump, thump, thump!
“I shake my fist at the city of greed; I shake my fist at the incredible suffering people live endured.”
“Who will buy the crops who will buy the harvest?”
“Yes we can talk about sovereignty, thank you Thorin ( perhaps another Raven). Every country has a culture, every country has a consensus and Collective understanding of morals, laws, and values. Those values include helping each other, preserving the localized connection to a manageable Collective that can maintain a Cooperative balance with other nations.”
The sun darkened behind clouds as the wind picked up twisting wisps of Alto cumulus.
“It is a harmonious dance of industry and resources, all within the same nation, for Citizens benefit.”
“I know not what decisions only you may make and the collective ramifications there upon of; though the arm of social injustice but also self deceit is long, let us have Liberty or debt.”
“For The warm Sun Also Rises on our Humanity. What you doing- what you doing -what the hell I don’t have any okay baby bear I know cuz…
See…
It’s like Battlestar Galactica baby, yeah Battlestar Galactica…
Sometimes you gotta role the hard 6”