A lock of greed

In the immortal hall of Andisheh, this time it was a thousand and one. But the lights were less strangled, the sounds were strangled, and the air was heavier than ever.

On the north, a man with a hand -held and hand -filled man came in: Carl Marx, a dream creator who was supposed to destroy the classes, but in practice he hung new chains on humanity.

In another corner, Isaiah Berlin was standing, worried and silent. The freedoms they promised became markets where man was no more than a commodity; Where the poor had the only right to choose between two kinds of misery.

And in the heart of the hall, the quiet but rich voice of anger was lifted; The voice of a woman from the east, who said:
"You said freedom, but we were hungry in the free market. You said justice, but we were crushed in the streets of Moscow and the Manhattan workshops.

Marx lowered his head. I saw a dream for Zion, not the way ... others?

"The free market is the way to salvation, if you fail, it is your fault," Mizas replied.

But the voice of another woman rose - the sound of history.
You made a world where a minority lives in the penthouses and the majority in asylum tents. You turned man into data, number, capital and tools.

And suddenly the ceiling of the hall was opened, but this time the smoke rose. And was written on the ceiling:

Those who promised freedom made new clauses; Chains of idea, and a lock of greed.

In the silence of the hall, everyone stood. There was no complete answer. And there was no one to tell who the truth was.

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