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Capitalism is you paying a dog sitter
To take care of your two poodles
Capitalism is the Mets paying a great hitter
Or your mom, shopping for noodles.
Capitalism is hiring friends you once knew
To start a company, see an idea through
But some will target you and demonize
If the idea works, after many tries.
They say the profit motive is the key
to exploit the worker, cut down every tree
Rich people get rich because of greed
They shouldn't own more than what they need.
If a fat man stands by a thin lady, they infer
He got his meals by taking them from her.
They have a plan, they'll change how we live
To each what we need, from each what we give.
But its been tried before, in variations
Too much stagnation in welfare state nations
And when healthcare is run by the state
You'll get your cancer treatments, six months late.
Under Mao and Stalin, dissidents die
Don't argue with your new rulers, don't even try.
Be careful with facts that your kids should know
Kids better bend with the wind, or to the gulag they'll go.
But maybe free enterprise is not credible
And government cronyism is inevitable.
Social engineers pass mandates from on high
Companies too big to fail bailed by the little guy.
Just a treadmill to say in one place
No social movement, stuck on first base.
But there too, government had paws on the scale
Trillions in debt, educate kids to fail
Take a place like East Stroudsburg, PA
Forty percent of middle-schoolers didn’t feel safe.
Most little kids afraid to go to the bathroom.
Its all government run, a horizon of gloom.
Life is tradeoffs, every engineer knows
Cutting costs can matter, even lives lost
But money doesn't grow on trees
And life's necessities aren't free.
You can make socialism your ideal
Can say that you care, their pain you feel
But some of us will strive for a free market instead
The star we follow won't be red.
David sought a vanguard for revolution,
The Black Panthers seemed the perfect solution.
He built them a foundation, it employed his friend,
Until she found fraud and met a quick end.
Betty’s murder raised questions—who and why?
An inconvenient truth his friends had to deny.
When a jarring fact is a bitter cup
Dave found that Marxists cover that truth up.
He lost faith in the Panther vanguard,
Murder was murder, the truth hit him hard.
His heroes turned out to be certifiably bad,
It was time to revise the beliefs he once had.
[chorus]
Dave couldn't forget his shock on the day:
that Betty's body was found in San Francisco Bay.
A nagging voice within wouldn't stay mute,
His former beliefs would no longer compute.
There are tools to use, the mind God bestowed,
Like a flashlight guiding on a darkened road.
Dogma can rationalize away an oncoming truck
So latch onto the questions that others duck.
David goes to campuses, sounds the alarm,
Jeered and attacked, threatened with harm.
A favored tactic is to brand him with hate,
Yet he does what he can, though it may be too late.
A radical once said "the cause is not the cause"
If you’re tempted to join, that might give you pause.
Beware the idealists for all mankind,
If you end up in the bay, they won’t mind.
[end]
When discrepancy nags, will you be mute?
When the flak hits the fan, and your enemies shoot?
Will you touch the third rail, your reputation tarred
Will you find a place in the real vanguard?
Estimates of deaths attributed to regimes following Marxist-Leninist ideology in the 20th century vary widely, often cited in the range of 60 million to over 100 million people. These deaths occurred through executions, man-made famines, forced labor (Gulags), and deportations.
We do the same thing
over and over again
and expect a different result.
~attributed to Albert Einstein
“MARXIST REVOLUTION NOW”
is the most ignorant solution
I have heard in this 21st century
woe-is-me trajectory.
Sand castles are washed away
easily by time and tide,
less easily lies the blood
shed by revolutionaries.
Righteous is the cause in one’s own ideology,
and for this we make no apology.
I know so little of this theory, so
I go to Wikipedia. No help!
I'm reading how it stems from Marxism, and
the struggle of the classes throughout time.
So next I search for tenents of this theory.
In doing so, I'm finding things like this:
how White Supremacy will always reign,
so students need to learn of "action" civics
instead of civics taught traditionally.
I look up "active civics" and find words
like "civil protest" (also "violence").
I find opposing views of it which state
that in the schools today they're teaching hate!
I see some parents now sometimes on Facebook
dismayed that basic civics is ignored.
Our processes called constitutional
are being put behind this "action civics."
I think about the violence I've been seeing
and of old monuments that are torn down;
police, so sorely needed, now defunded;
the silliness getting rid of slogans
deemed racial slurs; the censorship of books
like certain ones by author Dr. Seuss!
I know the process of the Constitution
has not been too great; rights were slowly won.
The problem -as I see it - was the fact
of individual prejudices.
Eventually, after freedom's decades
(the fight for Civil Rights 50's through 60's)
and since our culture then became accepting
of gays, we saw laws made to turn the tide!
I think I must agree with parents who
have great concern about curriculum.
I know discrimination still exists,
but we have seen great strides since Rosa Parks.
I do not like where I can see us heading.
I'm reading quotes of blacks who feel the same.
Today are many interracial couples.
In thirty years from now, we'll all be brown!!
Let cultural awareness take the helm.
Teach love -not hate - and leave our kids alone.
July 18, 2021
for Anthony Biaanco's Critical Race Theory Poetry Contest
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.
The key, for me, must be those onion domes.
Concentric skins, like Russian dolls, contain:
they don’t obtrude. Defensive rings explain
the posture. Let’s not bother Sherlock Holmes
with this one. Save Bill Bailey’s fine-tooth combs.
They feared for Minsk, like others fear for Maine.
The Wall was there, so brains would cease to drain
towards those tail-fins, all decked out in chrome.
They tried to build a comely comfort-zone,
a space to place a hundred home-grown flowers.
We couldn’t wait to see it overthrown
(Archangel, Wayne, Polaris, Gary Powers,
Capone, Stallone, Cohns, drones and Sharon Stone).
They wanted only to be left alone.
Though Canton claims it’s communist, it’s not.
Beijing, like Belarus, breeds oligarchs.
There’s nobody alive who’s heard of Marx:
a rickshaw ride’s the only kind of trot.
Seek Mensheviks in Minsk, you’ll end with squat.
In Kursk are cadres countable as quarks,
and proles in Petrograd? Like hunting snarks.
It’s Putin’s perestroika, not Pol Pot.
Why did the whole thing vanish in thin air?
Why’s Sputnik spat on? Why is red so square?
We needn’t be complacent in the West.
There’s lots to learn within the Warsaw Waltz
for, as a tool to scrutinise the faults
of Christian Capital Conquest, it’s the best!
The Corsican was never really Gallic.
The Austrian was not remotely Prussian.
Jugashvili (let's put this in italics)
could not be, in a month of Sundays, Russian.
The point of Communism is, it's global,
or else it's nothing. Swimming or it's dead,
like sharks, it fans out (kind of like Chernobyl).
Like peanut butter, it was made to spread.
This in-one-country nonsense once held sway
(Archangel, all the way to Kazakhstan),
but when he died, his system blew away,
as do all systems centred on one man.
Napoleon's snowball stopped with "Viet Cong".
The wonder is, it lasted quite so long.
"Two kinds of people in this world, my friend,"
as that great thinker, Tuco, used to say:
the road to Wigan Pier has reached its end?
We're staying on the road to Mandalay?
The first type jabber of equality
but (humans being humans) there's a throne,
and someone grabs it. "Hence, so shall it be,"
he says. And as So-Shall-ists are they known.
The other lot have hides as tough as shellfish.
They have a ton of chutzpah, but no shame.
To cap it all, they're really rather selfish,
and that's why Cap-It-All-ists is their name.
So, which are you? A nervous-nerd-Ralph-Nader?
Or do you kiss the coccyx of Darth Vader?
("Portal of Souls", 2019, original encaustic)
Just Another Door
Our society is sick
Spiritually sick
Because it has lost religion
Or transferred it to hollow
Shallow faiths – such as Scientism,
Environmentalism, Feminism, Marxism
Which can give us literally nothing
At death’s door.
Death should be the big day
What our lives have been not only heading to
But aiming for, preparing for
As our BIG day – THE day –
D-Day.
People prepare for other big days;
Prom nights, graduations, weddings, births
But curiously
Not death.
How do you want to die?
Or put another way,
Do you want to die randomly,
And without direction
Or with intention and vision?
Either way, it’s just another door.
(9/19/23)