Babel

The poet runs untrammelled across the meadow. The translator dances in shackles

‘What makes the English superior is guns. Guns, and the willingness to use them on innocent people.’

‘We’re not being ruled, we’re being misruled. What’s happening to my country is nothing short of robbery. It’s not open trade; it’s financial bleeding, it’s looting, and sacking. We’ve never needed their help, and they’ve only constructed that narrative out of a misplaced sense of superiority.’