Chapter Three
‘These rulers keep abusing our people. The
scum are always gradually usurping the rights of the people!’ Salzar said,
slouched in his cosy armchair, hands on his head. ‘Aitken, when are you going
to show me the letter?’
‘Aitken is really slow, never pleases his
master does he?’ Raphoe injected.
‘I'm just finishing it up,’ Aitken looked over
his shoulder at Salzar. ‘One more minute sir.’
‘Oh, hurry up boy!’ urged Salzar.
‘This is going to be tremendous, really good.
We will finally rise, master,’ Raphoe said, tapping the fingers of his right
hand on the on the knuckles of his left. He had a satisfactory grin on his
scarred face.
‘Here it is sir’, Aitken said handing them
both copies of the letter he had printed. Raphoe took it and read
excitedly.
RR fights for our hardworking people
The rulers have once again stomped over our
hardworking poor. They have fallen to the whims of corporate scoundrels and
proclaimed a reduction in the minimum wage.
They have insulted the workers, whose sweat
and hard work are the lifeblood of this country. How much gold have they received
for this? How much more profit are the scoundrels going to make off our beloved
brethren? How much of what is rightfully ours have they taken from us?
Hardworking men and women, you deserve a fair
share of the profits for your hard work. Let's not let them keep the gold and
give you nickel. Those companies are nothing without you! This country is
nothing without you!
Are they human and we animals that work for
them? We need our dignity back. We have to rise up. Join the revolution, join
RR, let's take back our blood right.
‘Oh nice! Let's send this out now. Let's give
them something to think about!’ Raphoe said.
‘Post it,’ Salzar commanded. ‘I pray for the
strikes and protests this will rain on the scum! We need to gather our
followers discreetly and organise something. Something better this time. ‘
‘Sure sir,’ Aitken said. ‘It will be on all
our social media shortly.’
‘Where's Roe? The scent of rebellion makes me
hungry,’ Salzar looked around and found Roe looking at him seated on the floor
in a corner of the room.
‘I'll make you'll a sandwich, master,’ the
servant whispered.
‘Can we gather all comrades here? Very few
know about this safehouse?’ Raphoe asked.
‘Hmm. Yes let's get Marven and Ludwig first
then. They can pass messages to our unions.’ Salzar said. ‘I don't like hiding
from the scum. Once we have more power we should be able to shout at them from
the open.’
‘We are getting good replies sir,’ Aitken
interjected.
Salzar rose from his throne and walked towards
Aitken's desk to read the replies and comments.
RR is hiding in the shadows pretending to care
about us, one said.
Thank you RR. Let's fight for our fair share. Strike!
Strike! Strike!, the other said.
When have they ever cared? We always poorer
than the day before. We need to teach these rulers a lesson.
Salzar looked quite happy at the responses, he
had clearly ignored the first. ‘My ancestors will be proud of this revolution.
The Karen family will be back on its perch,’ he smiled. ‘I need to make a call’
he said, leaving the living room.
‘Nice Aitken nice, oh we can give them a
strike for sure!’ Raphoe was whistling.
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