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June 14, 2014 / alghaumon

Dark Truth, Dark Times… and Repeat

The ‘generation currently beginning “parenthood, “here in ‘America'”, is comparable to the Gentry that came to this country to subjugate the originating inhabitants. That, by written record, would be the “NOSE thrust toward stratosphere and, the disdain of ‘one’ NOT THEIR EQUAL being better equipped MENTALLY, Physically and, ( MOST OFTEN.), Spiritually”. More times than not the THEFT of the population was the Red Herring for the obscondment of NATURAL RESOURCES.

It seems to be a back and “Force” affair of FINANCIAL “NEED” for those that generate some sort of “enter-prize”.

The following is a “found*” that makes the QUERY  of things happening in this time period of World history. The events, ambitions and prides that have triggered the INSANITIES occurring like THREE-HUNDRED SIXTY degrees of the INFINITY symbol set within a sphere. The loop doesn’t change… and, NEITHER has the focal point.

The rudeness, combined with a finite OBTUSE “grasp” is but ONE reason that this nation has withdrawn from the ‘lead’ in too many PRODUCTIVE categories that make “LIVING” within the geographical borders “of”  the CHOICE of one’s life-time. The “worse” part is that conditions that often prove a benefit  are wasted for “PROFIT”, instead of good customerial treatment and enhancement(s).

As this Nation is being ‘led’ by one “OF COLOUR” it is interesting that the following hadn’t been brought to the fore until now. ΩA simple sculpture placed in an “obscure” location, having the prose of one that may be a relative of those written about…


Lemn Sissay

Poet.  Born near Wigan of Ethiopean parentage. Appointed MBE in 2010.




The artwork is the result of a collaboration between sculptor Michael Visocchi and poet Lemn Sissay. Extracts from Lemn Sissay’s poem, ‘Gilt of Cain’, are engraved into the granite. The poem skilfully weaves the coded language of the City’s stock exchange trading floor with biblical Old Testament references.

The Gilt of Cain
By Lemn Sissay, 2007

Here is the ask price on the closed position,
history is no inherent acquisition
for here the Technical Correction upon the act,
a merger of truth and in actual fact
on the spot, on the money – the spread.
The dealer lied when the dealer said
the bull was charging the bear was dead,
the market must calculate per capita, not head.

And great traders acting in concert, arms rise
as the actuals frought on the sea of franchise
thrown overboard into the exchange to drown
in distressed brokers disconsolate frown.
In Accounting liquidity is a mounting morbidity
but raising the arms with such rigid rapidity…
Oh the reaping the raping rapacious fluidity.
the violence the vicious and vexed volatility.

The roaring trade floor rises above crashing waves:
the traders buy ships, beneath the slaves.
Sway machete back, sway machete again
cut back the Sugar Rush, Cain.
The whipsaw it’s all and the whip saw it all
The rising market and the cargo fall
Who’ll enter “Jerusalem” make the margin call for Abel?
Who will kick over the stall and turn the table?

Cain gathers cane as gilt-gift to his land
But whose sword of truth shall not sleep in hand?
Who shall unlock the stocks and share?
Break the bond the bind unbound – lay bare
The Truth. Cash flow runs deep but spirit deeper
You ask Am I my brothers keeper?
I answer by nature by spirit by rightful laws
My name, my brother, Wilberforce


And, it’s happening again… “WITHOUT race” distinction.



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