Shouting At Their Profit Clouds

Shouting at their profit clouds I have been on the left all my life Our leaders war in Vietnam inspired me As a young man, facing conscription Then Labor was elected and saved me from jail Or killing people I did not know For reasons unfathomable To my young mind I was too young to vote But went to Labor Or rather its left And found the branch meetings boring Uniformative and superficial I went to protests But the economics and law I was studying - To change the world no less – Consumed my life, my thoughts and my ideas And led me to work in the tax office Where I met my wife Through a union meeting And an action group With revolutionary socialists in it And found a new world That explained the one we lived in I became a revolutionary And have been for over 40 years now Fighting the enemy, their class and its hangers on Our victory would not be long But I was wrong, it is eternity We remain unfree, all of us We kick up little fuss As a class or even as Disconnected event protesters I wait for the explosion, here and elsewhere Because I care and am a socialist Democratic and revolutionary Where we become our parliament For the people, not the one percent My dream remains alive, In my mind and that of some others And occasional outbursts of strikes And big protests That upset their status quo For a little while, too little a time And I rhyme my way around Another poem, Just a person Shouting at their profit clouds Aloud, Standing too alone Until we all join together Against them Then we can be free