Best Capitalism Poems
Locked away in my own place
Feeling all kinds of distress
Better be careful how I use my words around you
Because it will be World War Two
Don’t feel like arguing with you
Tonight or is it morning
I’m afraid of time
I guess that’s why I’m so confused about this rhyme
Walking in needles trying to put together some riddles
Just so that I don’t hurt your ego
You’re quick to say I gotta go
Wait didn’t you just call me hoe
While you were hitting it from the back
As a matter of fact
I knew it was you because you said
Damn that booty tight
Need to get more of that tonight
I took it back when my mind showed me that sex was the only physical power that would keep us in tact
What could have been more expected
from a system created on greed
Where the donors all make legislation
via Congress they constantly feed
When a country is poisoned by money
it no longer looks out for the small
It is owned and controlled by the richest
who’ve decided that they want it all
Our history, bloody and violent
was a preview of what we would be
Just because we can’t see all the bodies
doesn’t mean that their spirits are free
The obsession with money and power
are the perfect dictatorship blend
Void of love for the land or the people
who are merely a means to an end
They all file in the chamber like robots
and their leader looks on as he gloats
The decisions made by all their donors
turn into the Congressional votes
They say capitalism is wonderful
but who is it wonderful for
It is not for the factory worker
nor the people who mop up the floor
It is not for the ones who build buildings
or the secretaries or the clerks
It is not for the drivers of buses
or the ones who toil in public works
Capitalism is poisoned
it is not for the poor or the old
It is not for the cooks or the teachers
or the soldiers, as they have been told
The system is for corporate donors
who get rich on the taxes we pay
We all work to provide them the money
which they triple on stock market play
And here we are, on this field
Full of wealth and want...
Hawking love and loans like lollies,
Goodies of globalization entice the gullible ones,
Profits blossom [only] in well-made markets,
Global indoctrination indiscriminate and insurmountable,
Only the fit survive this global rat race
When we feed the vulgar mouth of capitalism
The Bible says "thou shalt not kill"
now proudly join the army lad, and go kill,
come back home, and follow your Bible again.
O middle class, your fathers built your homes
with union help, now disperse those union halls
and happily work for minimum wage, six days a week,
chant bribed politicians working for hidden oligarchs
reaping 100 million dollar bonuses, crowded apartments
will suffice.
O Appalachians, your once proud mountaintops now
miles of desert, debauched by profiteers, unbridled by
regulations written by lobbyists, clothed in frothing
chemicals, drowning your despair in burgeoning liquor
stores.
O beautiful blufflands, along my Mississippi,
I see you now, your royal crowns
decapitated,
your limestone sand greedily slurped by
frac-monster gargoyles wearing saville row suits,
entombed in New York skyscrapers.
O broken occupiers, etch your days in Heaven,
on your jail cell wall.
Truths, all truths, build slowly,
but truth must fight on, for your children's children
will know you tried to save our people and planet!
...we must fight on!
....we will!
Where has it all gone
democracy morph withheld
capitalism
Capitalism has been blamed by worthless people rich in power and other peoples' money.
True capitalism earns money.
Jobs are created by capitalists.
Workers earn a living from them.
Bankers gather together workers savings and use this money to create more by usury. This is not capitalism,
although they do capitalize on other peoples earnings
(and greed)
They also are "The Federal Reserve"
(They run the money!!) Not congress (They passed it off)
Politicians have capitalized on their positions to such an extent that anyone elected to congress is set for life
even if he is never re-elected.
They made these rules.
They decided their salaries and benefits.
They decided how much to tax us.
They created offices and positions of power, departments of "Government"
At incredible costs to us all.
To the point that other governments in less free countries use their peoples' money to lend to us.
We have been sold out.
The blame is being put on "Big Business" "Wall Street" and all those rich Capitalists
Our representatives, Your representatives have no alternative than to turn to Socialism in order to keep lining
their pockets and living beyond their means.
It is too late to seek and elect real representatives.
They own (have bought) the majority of voters.
America has been stolen.
Me? just another sucker! But at least now you(the reader) know what you've lost
(Or stolen)
Capitalism is rubbish. Socialism is much worse.
Fascism with nationalism are so bad, of course.
I was looking for nice and positive with "ism" .
Went through everything. And found one- Nudism!
I keep your time, so brief, all to myself;
It liquefied and forged in sheets of green,
And stamped with faces on historic shelf –
The marbled Fathers' perch; they claim you’re free.
Those vultures from on high look down like gods,
Upon the carcassed wastelands they have wrought.
Perhaps bemused, but more amused, by rods
of Iron that the One Percent hath bought.
The prophet John foretold in dreams our right,
We kings of sickly visage understood;
But idle lives so spent will drain ‘till Blight
Unless our fangs may sup the Worker’s blood.
I want a thing no more, to shed this curse,
But on this neck my kin to dine? Far worse.
I am a capitalist, I hate to share
I am opulent, this is worth my flair
I am the one percent that is worth your fifty
This must be the artistry of the ingenious and thrifty
I am just a bull who stepped out of the herd
I studied its weakness and found my perch
I climbed and cut off the rundles from the ladder
I sit grinning at the top of my skyscraper
I watch the working class from my throne, grinding for wants
They’re always on the move like an army of ants
Like a chase grandmaster I develop these pawns
I pin them to protect my castles by vouching their loans
There they are, I can almost hear them pant
Only I understands this concrete jungle hunt
They graze and bury their head in the pasture
I am alert and crouch before I make a capture
Give them a wage and a pension, and we are all square
But a loss, a liquidation, a recession is theirs to bear
They pray to heaven, I prey on tax havens
Between my factory and my sanctuary are vast oceans
There is a “CAP”, and an “A-LIST” in “CAPITALIST”
There is a “PRO” and “FIT” in “PROFIT”
I am just like a capital letter standing out in a noun
Just like a capital city separating the seed from the cuff
You think I am a genius, a quick thinker
I am just an ideologue who spoke quicker
Convinced you my mind was far better
What will I be without the hands of labour?
I am a capitalist, I will give you a ballot before a cast vote
I am a capitalist, I will oil a preacher, if it makes me richer
I am a capitalist, I will throw you a banquet for the right tax bracket
I am a capitalist, I will give you a fancy title for the right totals
What overarching purpose
Can bolster effective sales volume
Signaling the rise
of Reified and refined portent vibes
On our maps of locomotion
We strive incessantly for meaning
The moment tongue strikes palette
We search for expression to enliven the soul
Playing match maker with a bed of stars
Reaching the highest ambition to climb
Can there be a fusion-
From shrewd calculation to powerful beliefs
The belief in the soul
And life caressed by pressing tones
Strikes the delight of the market
And the passion walkways of crystal night
When mundane exhibits sputter and fail
Will the rise of meaning
Set the tone for money unveiled
Streaming out of scripted dance
Of religious symbol and capital chance
capitalism, theft
socialism, poverty
mixed economy, confusion
property, blind ass
ridden by anyone
When the frustrated socialist sees that health care isn't free
He turns into a killer, claims he's saving you and me
He murders a CEO, to make a point, because he could
For the goal of perfection is the enemy of the good
He gets adulation from those who think healthcare is a right
They think profit is the devil, and he was fighting the good fight
But doctors must be paid, and nurses, drug makers too
When the government runs it all, will you kill when you can't sue?
Britain has national care, there the docs are underpaid
Patients don't get seen on time, whistleblowers are afraid
50 thousand wrong deaths each year, at least death is free
Anyone can murder, but that way lies anarchy.
Brian was a farm boy, then Valedictorian, then a CPA
Became an overpaid CEO, but isn't rising the American way?
He helped disabled kids compete, stayed a regular guy
But a rich Ivy League kid decided he must die.
When Covid came, Brian offered to distribute funds for free
Some see profit over people but doesn't seem that way to me.
It may be rad and cool to cheer, maybe they feel authentic and real
But some of us just see murder, and a wound that will fester, never heal.
There are problems with our health care, most of us agree
But if you think it's expensive now, just wait until its free
Systems that tried to replace profit, slaughtered millions, quite bizarre
I never understood how hypocritical radical leftists are.
If you come across the border, you get free care in the E.R.
Our hospitals go broke, because idealists went too far
Medicaid won't pay full costs, that causes bankruptcy too
And yes, our insurance system makes no sense, it needs a big redo.
No doctor can cure this revealed sickness in the air
Only 33 percent of youth say the killing was unfair
If you live by abstractions, you won't see wrong from right
A world that cheers on murder cannot claim the moral height.
Society requires GOVERNMENT
Government is not a business
It does not produce, it only consumes
For what purposes?
One system of government owns and manages all property, and business,
and controls all of it and the citizens: Communism/Totalitarianism
Another system controls the management of all property,
business, and the citizens: Socialism
The U.S. Constitutional system demands a government to preserve, protect,
and obey it securing the blessings of freedom and liberty for
WE THE PEOPLE ownership and management
of our own property and business.
The farmer does not allow his fat hogs
to control the menu, portions, feeding times,
accommodations, or how many birthdays they get.
The farmer invests time and capital, knowledge
and understanding of markets and competition
expecting to survive and profit in a
free, fair, and open market system:
CAPITALISM
One systems says, “There is no God. And if there is, we don’t believe it.”
Another says, “There may be a God, but we replaced it with psychologists.”
Our Constitutional systems requires moral and ethical elected leadership
to manage the administration of limited government with faith and hope for
God’s continued blessing.
My dear eagle,
I do not abhor you, though I may have spat your name with bitter curses
We are bound in the same chains
Just because you do not struggle
Because you cannot feel them bite against your neck
Does not mean they are not there
You think you are like them because you fly
You think you are closer to a god on Olympus
Than a man, chained forever to the ground
But we men see, and so to do the gods, that you are more mortal than those you rip each day to pieces
You say you are free,
But do you choose each day to consume me?
To tear my liver from my body,
to decimate your own brother
Do you do this out of love for your uncaring master?
Or because you know, deep in your chest, that if you do not it will be you who lies in my place
Limbs splayed in agony
Gut a grotesque display for those who watch from below
A cautionary tale
But let me tell you, my dear eagle
Though I suffer, still I smile
For the spark I stole cannot be extinguished
The wisdom I shared cannot be forgotten
It spreads across the earth, a quiet blaze
The people’s rage
Is not for you, but for your master
He who clips your wings with your pitiful consent
Though you, like so many, masquerade as a god you can never be
Harm your people as the gods do to protect from their own wrath
I, like so many, despite this futility, raise my chin
And spite the gods with undying breath
You were so loud,
shootin’ off your mouth,
’bout why the world sh-ts on you,
talkin’ old tropes
thought up by filthy dopes,
that never once were proven true.
You stood so proud,
but, man, where are you now?
Living in a poor rat trap.
Say you’re oppressed,
don’t bother to get dressed,
think government should ‘pay you back.’
Sad to say, we worked and you played,
we’re heading for a windfall,
it must burn, seeing all we have earned,
and you ain’t gettin’ it at all.
Have to say, you laughed in our face,
now we’re heading for a windfall,
it must burn, seeing all that we earned,
and you ain’t gettin’ it at all.
You called us fools,
said that it wasn’t cool
to dream big about success,
took no risk,
you’d just throw out a diss,
at all who stood out from the rest.
You feel so good
deep in your ‘victimhood,’
no sense to see it’s all a lie,
and worse you race
endless crap to this day,
telling folks they shouldn’t try.
Sad to say, we worked and you played,
we’re heading for a windfall,
it must burn, seeing all we have earned,
and you ain’t gettin’ it at all.
Have to say, you laughed in our face,
now we’re heading for a windfall,
it must burn, seeing all that we earned,
and you ain’t gettin’ it at all.
It’s not easy,
never is, being free,
but it beats every other way,
this game we’re in,
bot everyone can win,
but all loose if they never play.
the old decree:
You don’t work, you don’t eat,
no human though can undo that.
If you remain
just a man who complains,
your whole life gonna turn out bad.
Sad to say, we worked and you played,
we’re heading for a windfall,
it must burn, seeing all we have earned,
and you ain’t gettin’ it at all.
Have to say, you laughed in our face,
now we’re heading for a windfall,
it must burn, seeing all that we earned,
and you ain’t gettin’ it at all.