Best Socialism Poems
Clowns at the Abyss
I’m not a communist,
I’m a Democratic Socialist
Cries the independent Elitist
It’s a right to have healthcare
It’s a right to have welfare
Yet, funding for these generous proposals is no-where.
The clown behind the podium is a saint with your resources.
He proposes everyone pay their fair share, but more so by titan economic forces.
He hails we all work hard, or maybe not, assuming he is a party to the class of workhorses.
But the political party leaders are less like workhorses and more like jackasses.
For they too look down on their Animal Farm with tilted looking glasses.
Under their more-equal-than other proposals, in time all resources will be exhausted for the masses.
We have seen in the last century the million on million dead from empty promises given with a kiss.
We witnessed the suffering. Excuse me but was there something I missed?
If we cannot resist repeating our mistakes, like clowns we be, looking up from the bottom of an abyss.
Coveting is not a virtue.
You can vote your way into Socialism,
but you have to shoot your way out.
by Martin Braun
3/2/2020
I ask, at what cost?
Coiled beneath the leaves, nothing is seen of his reprieve.
The viper’s warning is curtailed.
Silently masked among the decay, a wooden shelter becomes his stay.
The viper’s ambush is prepared.
Wanting, searching, like field mice the children are learning.
The teacher prepares to pounce.
Writhing, frothing, innocence from adolescence is fleeting.
Status quo, they begin to denounce.
Like poison, consumption, coveting is quickening within the arterial circulation.
Rebellious youth herald Marxist slogans.
Crying, suffering, parents beg for an answering.
Who trespassed within the kindergartens?
Forty Years now lost.
Young people go marching, the boys and the girls,
thinking like we once did, they they’ll change the world.
They claim government can be the cure for our ills,
they seem to be forgetting that socialism kills.
Lenin and Stalin put twenty million souls down,
left them to rot in dark pits in the ground.
The gulags and purges were the work of their will,
the Holodomor just clinched it, socialism kills.
China under Mao was the state with the plan,
a great leap forwards needs ever woman and man.
But it was a leap to nowhere, sixty million graves filled,
the greatest mass-murder in history, socialism kills.
Socialism kills, yes socialism kills.
It never brings fairness, it never will.
One hundred million paid the steep bill,
they’d tell you if they could: socialism kills.
Cambodia promised its people a golden age,
beginning at year zero, to build better days.
But Pol Pot’s killing fields, the whole world chilled.
One-third of the people lay dead, socialism killed.
Cuba and North Korea both slaughter and starve
the citizens they hold back through force of arms.
Not nations, but prisons, innocent blood they spill,
all you need to understand that socialism kills.
Some say it might work with better people in charge,
though it fails every time, in countries small or large.
Venezuela is the latest to swallow the bitter pill,
it descends into chaos because socialism kills.
Socialism kills, yes socialism kills.
It never bring fairness, it never will.
One hundred million paid the steep bill.
It can’t deal with human nature, so socialism kills.
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.
Socialize your piety
Whilst still capitalizing on figurines
Maximum bust on trophy shelf
Doing it all in cutthroat seas
Wandering in lucid dreams
Charging up energy to believe
Now out on dottted lines
Where traffic does confine
Minds strapped against time
Look around towards horizon's smile
the lustrous safari outstretch
Lions making disco rhymes under sun
Men in jeeps adrenaline to run
Gravity is patient
She does not force
Talking heads beyond
What is subsidized-
Caring for elderly and poor
Is that economy brain drain?
Are we that atomized?
Radioactive fields where golden grain once grew,
magnificent churches, razed right down to the pew,
Kulak farmers starved out, four million of them dead,
free though and expression only lived in your head,
lives destroyed by camps, that archipelago,
how many lives vanished? We’ll probably never know.
Rivers all polluted by bad ideas deployed,
Russia learned it first hand: Socialism Destroys.
Even now in Cuba, the Carribean’s jewel,
people live in chains thanks to Marxist fools.
A country once wealthy off a grand sugar trade,
now drives around in junkers, all left from past age.
People still vanish if they say the wrong words,
so desperate to leave they swim an ocean that churns.
See that island prison and you cannot avoid
the truth of the matter: Socialism Destroys.
Glance to North Korea, if brave enough to see
a stark, ruined nation stripped of most of its trees,
it has a huge hotel in which no one will stay,
and most of its people struggle to eat each day.
Millions of them in camps, millions more try to flee,
you know things are bad when they run to the Chinese!
Despite their media throwing up poor decoys,
all who look still see it: Socialism Destroys.
And poor Venezuela, once rich and on the rise,
now it is convulsing and preparing to die,
so flush with black oil, now the rigs sit quiet,
once fed, now its people face unwanted diet,
female doctors whore out themselves to buy some food,
refugees are running to find some place that’s good.
By economic laws all tyrants are annoyed,
they cannot escape it: Socialism Destroys.
In our own ‘great’ cities we can see the same trend,
a path to poverty, a horrible dead end.
Once great Detroit is now a sad, crumbling pit,
San Francisco’s roads are covered in human sh-t!
Seattle will jail you for drinking form a straw,
Chicago’s a war-zones with little rule of law.
These once proud cities that people used to enjoy
sink into slow decay, Socialism Destroys.
The UK general election,
folk in the streets with no ********.
The tide did not come let alone sweep away,
when looking at folk with no job its dismay.
But pull up youself people should fight,
for rights, for life to earn their right.
Not against each other preaching politics of hate,
or worse still sit on the fence and tax and debate.
Education is key but who reads good books,
people eat better food and Kebabs get more looks.
Just pull to the left and look after your mates,
fight for them and they for you and then we can make.
The welcome party’s out in style,
It wags its tail, it beams a smile;
The cabs lined up are set to go,
Resplendent as in a 1950’s pageant show.
The air is warm, the palm trees sway,
For Old Havana airport, it’s just another day.
The road to town is just a blur,
Of sights and sounds and images that stir,
Of little children playing football on some dirt street,
Of emaciated horses pulling carts to their own melodic beat.
Of crowds hitching a ride, hands outstretched in supplication,
With hopeful gaze and beaming smiles revealing none of their frustration.
As the city walls draw near there’s grandeur that abounds,
A little worn and faded but with beauty that astounds.
A history of riches, an eye for style and form,
With Spanish flair undoubted and charm beyond the norm;
The cupola’s and palaces, some frayed beyond repair,
A testament of Cuba, its struggles and despair.
Yet the sentiment of hope is palpable, we feel it through their eyes,
A little taste of freedom, with all this thought implies.
A chink in the old armor, one not evident before,
With Castro’s passing comes a gift - a slowly opening door.
Let this be one of friendship where we offer them our hand,
Not to change them nor to rule them, but simply help their world expand.
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.
Faceless reflection once fair as a flower
is all the eye can see
now ghostly hollow
we choked then swallowed
the darkness we can be
Daunted we are driven still
to find a defining face
forming familiarity’s found
to follow humanity’s trace
Through glassy eyes of tears like rain
our character lines have faded
Let our colors emerge
from our darkest hour
Let us not stay shaded!
Jeannie Cronin
August 31, 2020
Socialism Sonnet
By: Miracle Man
January 15, 2021
We now hear talk about guaranteed income,
The end to our freedom will be it’s outcome.
If Socialist’s are successful in forcing us to live,
off of some handout the Government can give.
Don’t listen to those who perpetuate this folly,
The end result will be, that all become melancholy.
Socialism destroys a person’s willingness to excel,
so this kind of thinking rational minds should repel.
Too many can't see the forest, for a single tree,
and are actively seeking anything that seems free.
My first amendment right guarantees my say,
and what the government gives, they can take away.
Socialism ruined countries from which this idea came,
now some are advocating making this country the same.
The most terrifying words in the English language are:
“I'm from the government and I'm here to help.”
Ronald Reagan
HOWLING DRAGONS
PATROLLED THE SKIES.
IN SEARCH OF BEINGS
WHO RECENTLY DIED.
A BLINDING LIGHT
BEAMED UPON.
ONE MINUTE THEIR THERE
THE NEXT MINUTE GONE.
UNGODLY STENCH
OF ROTTING FLESH.
FILLED THE SKIES,
EVEN ONES BREATH.
LIVING IN DARKNESS
ELECTRICITY'S GONE.
ONE THING FOR SURE
IS THAT EVERYTHING'S WRONG.
CURRENCIES WORTHLESS
THEY BARTER OR TRADE.
THAT IS HOW,
THEIR MEALS ARE MADE.
VEGGIES AND SPICES,
EXTREMELY RARE.
YET NINE OUT OF TEN,
PEOPLE DON'T CARE.
PEOPLE ARE DESPERATE
AND LIFE IS IN DIRE.
PROTESTERS RUN,
THROUGH THE STREETS WHILE ON FIRE.
THE NEW WORLD GOVERNMENT
VACCINED THEM ALL.
I STAND HERE HELPLESS
WATCHING THEM FALL.
VOMIT AND BILE
COVER THE STREETS.
HOMELESS AND CHILDREN
WITH NO SHOES ON THERE FEET.
RANTING AND RAVING
THEY'RE LOSING THEIR MINDS.
ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT
AND ALL OF THE TIME.
THIS IS GROUND ZERO.
THE END OF THE LINE.
FOR ONE AND ALL,
JUST A MATTER OF TIME.
CONDITIONED FOOLS
THEY WERE LED TO BELIEVE.
I DON'T THINK THEY REALIZE
THEY WERE DECEIVED.
04012020
Everything socialized, bliss, solitude...
almost all fairly shared
less control and direction..
Do not go gentle into that totalitarian night
They lured you in with the promise of a new day
Rage against their deception, and for freedom's light
From a stagnant pool, you jumped into a river of no return
They said the new would rise, the old could burn
Swim against their current, rage against their tide
Face the mistake you made of choosing the wrong side.
Good men, deceived, crying for a mirage bright
Efforts at social justice inverted their deeds to dark
Still time to review how it happened, but no time to win the fight.
Grave men but old who tried to give blind new sight
They blazed like meteors, but fell short and lost the day
From all directions enemies come, too late to defend what's right
And you my father, there in that sad height
You said death was better than seeing what would come
A cursed sunset, a bitter sinking sun.
Don't look outside, draw the shades, as the noose draws tight
We'll shed tears together before the dying of the light.
There are days when the slow queue
on the highway leading to work feels like animals
being led to slaughter,There are no choices,
only proceed forward.
Once at work, strings on the violin play
the same tune, over and over, a masterpiece
of predetermined design.
I gave a free meal to a beggar passing by, her
smile spoke of good fortune, found.
Then it struck me, what right do I have give my
master's money away? we donate to
the United Way, is that not enough?
my master tithes 3% to the less-fortunate
already.
I got back in the slow queue on the highway
to go home, keeping my thoughts to
myself, I only share them with you
.....the reader