I never met him
I never met him
I don’t know who he is, the myself.
A complete stranger saying he is me
But I know nothing about him.
I know he was, like his mother, a communist.
But after some education and reading
500 books, became
A Socialist, for then progressing to the right
Admire Trump and Elon Musk
I ask,
how is this possible without losing.
The anchor-hold of his childhood
He tells me he had no childhood it had been
Destroyed by poverty
He had to start again, only to find out all he had
Believed was lies upon lies, he stands before me.
and has nowhere to go
He cast his dice to become an ardent rightist.
What does he know other than that he is old?
Looking for his future, he has, as usual, left.
Things too late
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2025
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