Advice I need after reading French employment laws:
just be happy, fantasise to combat this: “Employee’s
echelon & coefficient as stated & related to education,
qualification and job exigencies” - my head explodes
I fall down - praying to the Lord adored by Psalmists -
begging forgiveness for my many sins, and given that
these terrible laws already lead to altruists jumping in-
to a cannibals’ pot - like Ayn Rand said we would
When restrictive social security laws take over every-
thing and we live to bring sacrifice every day - never
enjoying labour’s end as it all goes to Government &
a little bit reaches starving hands of the supplicants
Who line the streets for bread that’s stale, & second-
hand clothes; French companies can’t take workers
in, only family & dear friends trusted to be employed
because no-one may be fired, even if they steal and
Never grace the office with their presence, still they
must be paid even if we file bankruptcy due to them;
bound head to foot by the system, a rational person
will run from them, though the same problem rears
Its head in Africa’s officialdom, determined to try all
things that failed before; like small kids mad with un-
expected freedom the lawmakers - mad with power
play around with society, their new toy, loving every
Mess they make, every failure of the risks they take;
long ago France chose to throw off false religion, in
its place set up false humanism; it’s a pity they can-
not free themselves without the help of Madame La
Guillotine - it’s time for another revolution, of soldiers
marching, gory flags and singing of the blood flowing:
how easy it is to sell your soul to false gods - though
you know after seeing the effect, sacrifice to achieve
Nothing is the most destructive, dehumanising thing
humanity’s secular laws can bring…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem