Ptsd of Late Stage Capitalism

i miss the softness of her touch cut short by Lehman brothers’ harsh collapse i miss kindness of time before the crash economy in relative peace living off fumes of postwar boom before post-traumatic stress of recession-plagued world robbed me of ability to fulfill my dreams and fully reveal my inner self thanks to din of private property and rumble of greed world is psychotic, denial laden - where love can be a marketplace humans commodified to the extreme - i yearn for a world where people can be people judged on the merits of their person not their circumstance for in such a world there would be no need to worry for inherent goodness in every human being is a guarantee someday that world will be realized this i know for sure this poem a dedication and an affirmation of that truth.