How are the mighty fallen

They came from the rank and file; they rose up from the factory floors, from the mines where the men around them trusted them to speak out. They became mighty and took the hearts and souls of the working classes of this beloved country into battle, with collective money making them mighty.

Then a plan formed, a dream could be reality, but not in one lifetime, it might take two or three. So they died, leaving behind those more powerful than themselves. Yet the power still came from them, through the grave it gave power to those who followed them. The power of money not gained directly from the working class came to them, the money of power became their gold.

Now there was no need of more men or women to rise up from the factory floors and the mines for they had been smashed into submission. No longer would new blood be needed, so the flow was stemmed. There were mighty seats of power for the followers and sons and daughters of those people who had been raised aloft by the people. The power they gained was retained and nurtured to be brought with a might onto the heads of those who had held sway over those they had come from amongst.  

They formed a huge empire and controlled it with brute force; they were a new generation, born to rule through their fathers fight. Yet the power they held was forged in the huge furnaces of the copper and iron industry, in the mills where children died with their lungs clogged, from the mines where the black gold crushed them, where still the remnants of those once mighty industries fought on and put their faith in those who had been raised up to help them and whose descendents now did not know them. 

Now the people look up to find a star in the sky to lead them, but the sky is black. A despondency settles on the land, an awakening has happened and the people ask, where are those people who their fathers trusted and raised up to fight for them when times were good, so that they should never suffer again as they had once? The monster that was created now rears its head; the monster that supplanted those who had come before them. Blackness has come to this land bringing a dearth of trust.

The people have been betrayed by those who they put out to change their world for the better, those to whom they gave their collective power and who retained that power for themselves in the places they should now have that collective voice. Ashes await the system they created, destruction will be final. We must await the phoenix to rise from the ashes and make sure this time not to gild him with fool’s gold.

Treachery follows us all the days of our lives.