The Class System...

The class system should be confined to the annals of history. Yet it still persists in England like the living dead. stumbling through the wide cracks of a broken empire. O it offends we critics with its monarchy and its strict establishment! The only things that run smoothly in this ' green and pleasant land' is its precision- like pageantry. It runs like clock work, unlike the trains which never, ever are on time. Third rate services are now the norm, not the exception. We serfs will not be truly free until the Crown falls, when the Ravens flee from the Tower. Presently, we must sigh and endure, what cannot seem to be cured, alas. Tourist attractions do not bring about real change. They merely serve to sweep all forms of injustice under the carpet. From the North down to the South, urban areas were built upon slavery. Monuments to those who made their money via such vile practices, still exist throughout this land. Indeed, they stand tall and proud, as if to say, 'We are the masters of the world! ' Yet the tide is now turning, and old ways are being deconstructed, across the Arts and across the Humanities. All over the globe, the oppressed are rising up, against rigid rules and cold- steel structures of power They are now breaking off their chains, in their millions.