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How can le peuple thank you for finally making us an oil soaked rich Arab country, except friend, we did not want the oil in our blue azur crystal lagoon, on the corals, on our heads, in our mouths and on dolphins, no no Captain we wanted it so so badly many many miles way underground...there where the dinosaurs lie.
Ah, may be we did not request the package in bon et due forme. We may try harder next time but we may not have the spirit anymore, with all the fucking cleaning we have to do up and down the south east coast. What a merdier you have poured on us Caps !
Captain, ki ton alle faire ! What did you do o brother of mine ! Were you delivering drugs to the kingpins and quietly changed course under the cover of night. Tell us dear friend, the gods did not yet whisper to us, but we find it very hard to believe the ‘change course’ ‘fell asleep’ situation. A tiny voilier can cross the Atlantic pond defying the winds, but you brother you say the winds blew your big fat shit fuck tonnage off course. We find it hard to believe this bullshit. We scratch out heads. We descend on the street to...talk to the PM, who is missing in inaction.
PM is nowhere to be found o brother of mine. We believe he is still reading the oil spill emergency plan and ‘corrigendeming’ it’s various sections so we can be ready, if an oil spill happens, but wait, but wait, it has already hit us in the big arse, how about them, those really in charge captain. Those we voted for and celebrated. Where are they? They are busy teaching us about responsibility and patriotism. Fucking scandal I tell you Caps !
Le mot de la fin. It took you Captain, you little man with no guts, to show us how divided, oblivious we are, to our self created time bombs, that which all the academics like to call ‘environmental disasters waiting to happen’. Those gifts that we have gifted ourselves over the years. Divided we stood busy in the propaganda of our own myths, you showed us our hypocrital selves.
So thank you Caps. Aye Aye Capitaine du bloody waka caca shit.
A propos de l'auteur : Rattan Gujadhur left Mauritius for higher studies in the US in 1999. He has practiced in the Pharma and Biotech world for over 29 years and is a Dr in Chemistry. He remains deeply in love with Mauritius and has published reminiscences of Mauritius via a poetry collection and a novel.
Ah, may be we did not request the package in bon et due forme. We may try harder next time but we may not have the spirit anymore, with all the fucking cleaning we have to do up and down the south east coast. What a merdier you have poured on us Caps !
Captain, ki ton alle faire ! What did you do o brother of mine ! Were you delivering drugs to the kingpins and quietly changed course under the cover of night. Tell us dear friend, the gods did not yet whisper to us, but we find it very hard to believe the ‘change course’ ‘fell asleep’ situation. A tiny voilier can cross the Atlantic pond defying the winds, but you brother you say the winds blew your big fat shit fuck tonnage off course. We find it hard to believe this bullshit. We scratch out heads. We descend on the street to...talk to the PM, who is missing in inaction.
PM is nowhere to be found o brother of mine. We believe he is still reading the oil spill emergency plan and ‘corrigendeming’ it’s various sections so we can be ready, if an oil spill happens, but wait, but wait, it has already hit us in the big arse, how about them, those really in charge captain. Those we voted for and celebrated. Where are they? They are busy teaching us about responsibility and patriotism. Fucking scandal I tell you Caps !
Le mot de la fin. It took you Captain, you little man with no guts, to show us how divided, oblivious we are, to our self created time bombs, that which all the academics like to call ‘environmental disasters waiting to happen’. Those gifts that we have gifted ourselves over the years. Divided we stood busy in the propaganda of our own myths, you showed us our hypocrital selves.
So thank you Caps. Aye Aye Capitaine du bloody waka caca shit.
A propos de l'auteur : Rattan Gujadhur left Mauritius for higher studies in the US in 1999. He has practiced in the Pharma and Biotech world for over 29 years and is a Dr in Chemistry. He remains deeply in love with Mauritius and has published reminiscences of Mauritius via a poetry collection and a novel.
