Death is most often completely anonymous, especially in the silent class war that has been going on for a long time and continues with unabated intensity. `Today a construction worker died after falling from scaffolding.` is a typical headline in the media, if there is a headline at all. And much more often there is none than there is.
Another one of the army of dead who lose their lives at work due to poor working conditions, lack of protection, exhaustion or a loss of concentration...
It is difficult to say how many dead there are because the statistics are kept by the state and the state and its preferred economic model are the cause of death and it would be very naive to expect the murderer to accurately document his crimes. When it comes to the number of disabled workers, then that number can be multiplied by some speculative multiplier and suddenly the unpleasant reality of the thousands of dead and wounded in the silent war of the state against the people becomes difficult to perceive.
These people are not in the service of regimes, they do not beat and kill children on the streets, they build buildings and houses that will be someone's homes, sewers and water pipes, installations and everything that makes life more comfortable. But despite this, they are terribly anonymous, their death does not exist, it is registered with two lines on page 23 of a newspaper at best, there is no individualization of the victims, no daily wisdom, no one remembers them.
There is no honor shooting, no TV cameras, no statements from family and friends.
There is nothing.
And so the silent war continues to eat human flesh and grind human destinies. From the mobile phone that is in our hands because of the death of millions in Congo to the guy who was buried in your city digging to install a water pipe, an endless stream of sad destinies and an endless stream of paradise that transfers its anonymity from this world to the next.
(Roger Mortis, 050)
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