By Azly Rahman \Verily… the evolution of modern man can be characterized by his worship of the monolith and in building tall structures so that not only he may reach the heavens and touch the gods, but become avatars and demi-gods and enslave fellow men — as those who owns those towers of powers and monoliths of machiavellianism owns the means of writing the script for evolution — ar
And thus sprach Zarathustra, prophet of long ago who spoke of good and evil of this world as battleground of the sacred and the profane of the triumph of Man of the triumph of Superman Ahh, what worth is there in believing in religion, in philosophy, in the arts when these are silenced by the State unto which the necessary evil reigns when the mantra of civilization and progress hath made Man insane
Bring down the walls tear down the bricks, one by one, and all
Peace be unto the nation that builds towers that touch the sky Unto which Man shall return as he hath plundered by the billions Peace be to the new Temple of the Mayas of this country now called neo-Malaya of towers of power built upon the glory of people’ blood, sweat, tears, and fear Glory Glory Hallelujah … Amin amin Ya Rabbil Alam ‘in InsyaAllah things will be fine, as they say Many prayed while the tyrants wine and dine
Build towers as tall as power allows them to be So that the leaders can spit on the rakyat from up in heaven yonder And the rakyat may happily see that as blessings And ask for more — in a world wherein modernity means assisted dying
In politics and business lie the evidence of the glorification of the beastiality of Man couched in language of arrogant knowledge that philosophy and poetics cannot triumph, in a world of historical complexity wherein beasts, plunderers, and hell-raisers triumph over philosopher-rulers and prophets of hope and deliverance.
Towers of power Man so desires To enlarge the Inner Rings of Fire and burn the soul entire Whilst this too shall pass As fast as capitalism’s speed in forming caste and class Whilst this too shall pass — hell-raisers and bloodsuckers will feast in merriment – till the state coffers run dry leaving the nation aghast
Ah… progress .. progress .. progress we must as our leaders say Progress we say as we steal from the poor and keep true patriots at bay Let us tell the people we are one nation under god One Malaysia indivisible and all As we plunder — before the general election smash us Crooks and cronies and all worse than the broken pieces of Humpty Dumpty’s fall
O’ people down below Excuse us while we kiss the clouds and embrace the limitless sky in our three-piece suits and our split-tongued sermons Excuse me if I have to spit down below from the towers of power and ignore your sorrows for you are poor because you are lazy we are wealthy because we are the chosen ones our children born with silver spoons guaranteed
O’ chosen ones — manage this land of plenty And in God we trust For all is but a grand design foretold In this land that grooms dynasties living in lust graced with thrones of gold
Amen. Amen, May God save this nation.