I aint writing to no poor masses, and wont fool myself to think so. For God's sake am writing in the internet, in English an i know all them poor guys just walking in the streets with no money to surf or are illiterate.
Am writing to petty bourgeoisie, ostentatious cripples to elites and straightly to the middle class. They know it the few capitalist rich , the know that doom has come of their lust, they know that the masses will starve and in their hungry anger will revolt against them.
They saw it in Senegal Panama Kenya Cameroon Somalia, and they see that across the borders continents poor people are fighting one battle. Poor people are uniting, poor people don’t want to go hungry again. And they re afraid. They have called it the food crisis and have come up with a hundred petty excuses with half-truths of things imagined, but they know it.
Their hunger for wealth, their thirst for power, their monopoly over life that has sustained them so far has led them to the end of the tether. They no longer can convince poor men that it’s God causin their plight nor nature nor colour. Because poor men are hungry and all they want is food for their children and they are angry and will surely fight.
And you! Ignorant fools for middle class. They saw this end ab initio, you are the curtains that will veil them from this fury You insolent fools. The rich are unreachable so the poor will gore you maim you chew at your shards of bones in their riots and strikes. You are the rich capitalists last resort for protection, you will take the blows of our fury. The axe is at the root and you schollard self righteous puppets will come down. It is time to repent and join the kingdom, time to fight and fuel the battle, lest you burn in our fury along with the few rich capitalists. Lest your flesh and blood serve as sacrifice for hunger
By Otiato Guguyu.