PretonamaAnger boiled beneath the surface of his scales. Despite the importance of tonight’s event he struggled to focus on the tasks at hand. No matter the result he would always remember this day as a personal failure, and a source of humiliation that would shadow him till his dying day. That day wouldn’t be too long in coming if he didn’t swallow his pride, keep the rage contained and complete this galling ritual.
He sat alone in his command chair near the rear of the shuttle. His entourage familiar with his moods had wisely left him alone to brood rather than risk his wrath with a failed attempt at levity. The rest of the shuttle’s occupants including the pilot were part of his bodyguard, stoic and efficient warriors all. In the past his shuttle would have been packed with petitioners, consorts and advisers. Their absence a physical reminder of how low he had fallen, from being the undisputed and universal adored leader of the Empire whose star was always in the asce
Cardassian SocietyCardassian Union
Nest of Fascistic Vipers
Divided in three
The Central Command
Protecting Cardassian space
From the Outer threat
Trading freedom for control
Between these two vipers stands
Ignored for now
Get Down with the SicknessIt seems I’ve caught the flu
I’m not sure what I must do
My head burns
My stomach churns
Much more and I’ll spew
UnionUnity is the desire
No other goal do we aspire
Industrial Unity at last
One Big Union to seal away the past
Never again shall the many toil for the few
A Letter to SantiagoIt is quite often said
By those who are well read
“The ambitious have no friends”
But I know of a powerful pair
Who for each did genuinely care
Though they never sought amends
For their many a wicked deed
And their pursuit of naked greed
The power couple to which I refer
Have both succumbed to deaths inter
Are General Augusto and Lady Thatch
Both sought to keep workers under latch
Augusto she did highly admire
His heights she did aspire
She made light of the scale of his brutality
And made sure he had her eternal hospitality
She loved his firm resolve
His crimes she was quick to absolve
So then it was quite the pity
That the Vanguard of all things privatised
Was the world over quite despised
Even in Thatcher’s boroughs of the City
Some deny this friendship even existed
They blame conspiracy of lefties quite twisted
A shame for them that the evidence is incontrovertible
In her own words the Lady called him quite “remarkable”
And she did go on to prof
The Day that Margaret Thatcher DiedI’ll tell you true, I’ll tell you why
So many are happy to see Thatcher die.
She made it her most important role
To condemn millions to waste on the dole.
So tight was the woman called Thatcher
That for decades we knew her as “Milk Snatcher”.
The nickname was apt for she was the cream
Of the proponents of Milton Friedman’s dream.
For over ten years she reigned supreme
At the head of our most divisive regime.
Her favoured title was the “Iron Lady”
Though her favoured practices were quite shady.
Her response to the trouble on Stormont Hill?
A sinister order to “Shoot to kill”
An order that punished many whose only crime
Was to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
When the Miners were on strike
She sent up the Met with a pay hike.
The people of Brixton were left in the lurch
Her solution? Stop and search.
Construction workers were trying to organise
Such an act would threaten her drive to privatise.
The solution she hid in bureaucr