Then care that those who get rich selling toys to billionaires try to blame it on the small people, the crew who I guess wasn’t rich at all. The crew died as well and now their families have to deal with the yacht maker dragging them through the mud.
Who built Thebes of the seven gates?
In the books you will find the names of kings.
Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock?
And Babylon, many times demolished
Who raised it up so many times? In what houses
of gold-glittering Lima did the builders live?
Where, the evening that the Wall of China was finished
Did the masons go? Great Rome
Is full of triumphal arches. Who erected them? Over whom
Did the Caesars triumph? Had Byzantium, much praised in song
Only palaces for its inhabitans? Even in fabled Atlantis
The night the ocean engulfed it
The drowning still bawled for their slaves.
The young Alexander conquered India.
Was he alone?
Caesar beat the Gauls.
Did he not have even a cook with him?
Philip of Spain wept when his armada
Went down. Was he the only one to weep?
Frederick the Second won the Seven Year’s War. Who
Else won it?
Every page a victory.
Who cooked the feast for the victors?
Every ten years a great man?
Who paid the bill?
So many reports.
So many questions.
– Bertold Brecht, Questions from a worker who reads
Let me describe in detail all the ways I give a fuck about the deaths of rich people. 1)
Then care that those who get rich selling toys to billionaires try to blame it on the small people, the crew who I guess wasn’t rich at all. The crew died as well and now their families have to deal with the yacht maker dragging them through the mud.
Care about the crew.
– Bertold Brecht, Questions from a worker who reads
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