I CALL FOR CALM, cried the old king.
You people cost too much,
you wear out too quickly
and die too soon.
Why is it, I beseech you?
Do I not offer you a good life?
But king we must toil while the water flows and birds fly free.
Do I not reward this with healthy rations?
But sovereign, that food is unsustainable and unhealthy.
It’s true I offer the finest apothecaries to tend to your ailments?
But king, they invent new diseases of the body and mind.
I give you shelter, do I not?
But for it we sign a death pledge, oh ruler.
Do I not offer you diversions?
But emperor, these numb us and peddle us fear.
Ho hum, I educate your children, this is true, no?
But king, it is revisionist in its teaching.
Do I not give you your voice?
But sire, you offer us shills and the disappeared also.
Confound it, do I not pray to god for your very souls?
But king, we always knew right from wrong.
Do I not give you free vote?
But sire, ’tis a choice of a two headed serpent.
Well, do I not protect you from our enemies?
But they bleed as we do, my liege.
Did I not draw up a contract which you signed?
But king, it is a manufactured consent.
A quick google search shows that Siobhan has had her poetry and asemic writing published in various places. She likes walking with her dogs. She doesn’t like writing bios.