Assault and Batteries

Assault and Batteries

The foregone conclusion, the,

Batteries are green, depends,

Upon geography, to set the scenery.

So called ‘developed’,

Nations, enforcing, urgent negotiations,

To transfer our draw to electric storage,

Facilities. No matter, what hardware, we choose to include,

Recharging machines is the,

New golden rule. The meaning,

Of rule, here has much duality,

As from natives of Congo, it’s,

A completely different reality.

The rule there’s akin and alive,

it’s colonialism, treating humans working, oppression.

A hindering progression. Repressionist.

The element mined there, is,

Cobalt, essential to make,

Storage solutions less inflamable.

This mineral addition, stops battery fires,

Drawn from the earth, in,

Despicable conditions. The,

People involved in this danger,

Extraction, are enumerated,

$2 a day, that’s their pay rate.

The companies buying the,

Ore at a pittance, reap profits,

From westerners, in luxurious,

Situations. Not only is thusly,

The scale tipped in corporates,

Favour, as this rare commodity,

Floats profitably globally, unless,

That is, your a native of,

Congo, where slavery lives,

Thriving in shackles financially.

Indeed, in this republic of Africa,

Villages starve, as the waters,

Acidic. Polluted by extraction,

To purify the rock, ready to export and smelt into cobalt.

The slag heaps, abandoned,

By huge corporations, tower,

Like blind mountains of toxic dust,

Poison. These particles, blow,

Across once fertile tundra, now,

These lands are sickening the,

Townsfolk. So, humans are forced,

Into harsh fiscal slave Labour,

The minimal wage, spent on,

Purchasing vegetables that won’t grow.

The inhabitants, lived off the,

Land in a harmony, now, forced,

To dig for a minuscule salary.

Trapped by a government,

Lapping up bribes, to keep,

The republic from shares they,

Deserve. So nothing has altered,

For local prosperity, only the

Businesses upstream gaining inheritance,

Benefit from the Congo’s rich mineral heritage.

So when you hear news of this,

Global emergency, spun by,

The landlords of water front,

Property, that “the only way possible to

Save our planet” from emerging disaster,

The tide rising exponentially, Gannets!

Is to switch to ‘renewables’, that really

Aren’t, but just further excuse to pillage,

Distant lands. So safe in your bed, phone under your,

Pillow, no risk that it will be,

Incendiary tomorrow, or charging, the cars that soon,

Will be enforced, by governments, moving to suck,

New resources, stealing them,

Frankly, with no remuneration,

Think of the Africans, polluted,

Migration. Flocking to pits, of,

Miserable poverty, just to stop,

This supposed climate emergency.

Not on the media,

No coverage likely, to make sure,

The tracks covered of the greedy and guilty.

The scandalous industry’s, built on,

Lines purely feudal, lining their,

Pockets, while the Congo is ruined.

As humans, we’re special, there isn’t a ‘race’,

No we all are born equally,

Yet it’s a disgrace, that in sight,

Of modernity, transferable,

Offsets exist, maintaining them in,

Poverty, those that should thrive, from a paradigm shift,

It’s technology’s bias. The first,

‘World’ ironically, partitions,

The beings, into the have nots,

Perpetuating the gaps, to maximise profits. Every child,

Needs to be rich from beginning,

Not sidelined from affluence,

It’s the true meaning of sinning.

The pretences, written to enliven the hive, are injustice, racist and bigoted diatribes. Open your,

Eyes to the balances kept, the levers of industrial theft! Think!