Bertolt Brecht: Colossal crises, recurring in cycles, similar to huge & blindly groping hands that grip & throttle commerce, Convulse in speechless rage companies, markets & homes. Immemorial hunger had plagued the world when granaries emptied: Now, nobody knows why, we’re hungry when they’re too full. Mothers find nothing in the bare pantry to fill the small mouths While sky-high mountains of grain rot behind walls. & while bales upon bales of cloth are warehoused, the ragged family, Overnight kicked out of its rented home, wanders freezing Through emptied city quarters. He who cursed exploiters Now cannot find exploiters. Ceaseless was his work, Ceaseless is now his search for work. But the gate is locked. wordsmith.social/protestation/…