According to one unnamed economics professor: " . . . The Republican party has become the largest active communist group in America ~ promoting " " rather than discouraging it".
Identifying the social characteristics that fit Karl Marx economic model of The Proletarian among extreme modern groups like Christian Opus Dei or the Right-Wing Libertarians will help the subservient masses to survive the coming edicts with the proper obsequious responses . . .
That:
". . . government of the people for the people and by the people"
Shall never raise its ugly head again!
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Sincerely;
Robert (nom' de' guerré) WarLov
/ The Accidental Communist /
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Categories:
proletarian, america, political, usa, war,
Form: Didactic
To worship God Shiva linga hundreds of kilo-liters of milk being wasted
Imagine how many hundred of proletarian child could have been served with nutritious food in such quantities of milk
for some days.
Please hang me as a heretic
Such as Copernicus who was killed by the fanatic
But know that I was
the truth.
(Shivratri is one of the ritual of the Hindus.
In this day lakhs of woman pour a lot of milk upon an idol called shivlinga in the temple)
Categories:
proletarian, humorous,
Form: Verse
My mind flies at the speed of light
Towards the eternal; to sing its glory and
Those who are evil, to give them
A big bite.
To praise its divine power; by which
The sun rises and goes down
The river flows in full suing
In village and town.
To praise the power and the grace;
By which human is blessed
And the living creatures with such a variety
So nicely placed.
Sometimes my mind flies in grief
Watching the pain of the people
I can't utter a word in my
Lip!
I make the revolt against the giants
To jump over them by the black & white
Paints.
My mind flies with the beauty of nature
I paint its glory and
The history of pollution of this
Wonderful feature.
I sing the song of the triumph of humanity
I fly sharply by the speed of horses
To remember human their power;
And their ability.
Those who are orphaned and the Proletarian
Brought up in the streets and lanes
I love them and keep mine along with
Them.
It is my great fate that the Almighty God
Has been engaged me in this direction
To spread the knowledge and wisdom
Towards the humanity; as quick as I can
I think mine blessed and
I don't waste time to pay
Attention.
Categories:
proletarian, humor,
Form: I do not know?
Where thousands and lakhs of proletarian are
wandering at the streets for alms of food;
They have no shelters of their own and lives on the roads;
How could such a country
could think to won the space
Mars and moon!
Here, I can hear the cry of these people in all direction
they are so poor and neglected and deprived one
the country is doing none but
spending a lot, to bear the load of
space organization.
What an amazing country it is! ;
The division of caste and creed are huge here
they are fighting each other.
Tears are flowing like flood
in that war of blood.
And the proletarians are shouting in pain
for food a grain.
Evils are dominating the society
depression engulfs the equality;
and there are no peace and
tranquility.
No one wants to ride the moon
they want to have the food.
If you can give an alms of it
and a little roof to live
upon their head.
If you can, give them a little clothing
for you which is old and
ruined.
Categories:
proletarian, anxiety,
Form: Verse
“More than thy”
You may be the king with lots of wealth
And we are the proletarian but
Do not try to set us beneath thy feet;
To hit.
Though you may rich in wealth
By the blessings of God almighty;
But will it be possible!
Could you take all these belongings?
With thee.
When in a dark night
The call will reach to thy
From the infinity;
To leave the lovely world
And your body will burn
In a cremation.
We work in dirt
Wrapping us with torn dirty clothes
To wash away your garbage;
We work cheap in mud in drain
To get you out of sin.
To make you fair and
Clean.
If we do not do these,
You have to weep for it;
What a distress you will fall in!
You the ignorant!
Think a little
Bit.
Remember; we are more than thy.
You may be passed away
And will nobody there to remember.
But we; the sweeper;
Will never die
We shall remain immortal
And will lead in the world
Forever.
Categories:
proletarian, angel,
Form: Free verse
“Better World”
I am sharp and I boiling in anger like burning lava
I will break and crush the corruption and injustice;
That rooted in the society
And making the people foolish and
Tie tie fish.
I am dreadful; I am huge and hungry in blood
I am dedicated to necessitous
Listen this.
I live in proletarian and very much hungry
But I acquired the strength from my goddess mom
To give birth to the rebel poor proletarian
To jump to your corrupted world
To destruct each and
Everything.
My goddess mom makes me the rebel one
That is flowing in my veins in each and every channel.
I can't bear any discrimination but
Feel pain in return.
I'll make the equality in each corner of the world
I'll kill the corruption and the corrupters
To make a better
World.
Categories:
proletarian, anger,
Form: Free verse
COMING TOO SOON
by H.B.Ussach
Popping up like pre-fab stucco-concrete-aluminum posies,
Poking up on parking lots as donut shops and quick lubes,
They are plain, utilitarian, proletarian low-low-price bunkers
On a retail war-weary land.
Categories:
proletarian, business,
Form: Alliteration
how can you tell me
that these delicious morsels
of proletarian sensibility
are not worthy of the canon?
Categories:
proletarian, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I clearly detect all that swirls this blue green world,
and all that toss me about like a ship on the ocean.
I hold the wheel within my hand, my ships Captain.
Keeping fixed to a horizon, slow, and steady as I go,
fighting off the pounding swells, one knot at a time.
I fight the good fight for my home, my family, and prevision.
The proletarian creed is an honest mans banner, and the only flag I fly. This voyage presents no security; nor the power of prevailing winds, to stretch out my sails. I endeavor this toil, and will not scourge my soul desire. I carefully weigh it all; willing to jettison all, keeping only one seed to root.
Categories:
proletarian, visionary
Form: Free verse
Beneath the green dense jungle, he stands pall,
The heated rays touching him seem to have awl.
Facing dreadful animals and insects, he fumbles
Path is lost in shrubs and bushes he often rambles
Having empty stomach, a thirsty throat and an axe
He applies all his muscles to a timber and hacks.
Miserably vestured, not having anything sufficient,
He’s born with the misfortune of being indigent.
Impecuniosities are inherited to him by his ancestors
And he will delegate the same to his youngsters.
For availing each of basic needs he has to strive
This is the way how a wood cutter does survive.
Hoping for a ray of miracle which can enlighten,
He quetches why has he got a life of a proletarian
Categories:
proletarian, life, sympathy,
Form: Narrative
A business is clever, handsome and polite.
Linguistic, apologetic but tactics are behind.
Mathematically and politically he is honest mind,
Dramatics, gymnastics and generatic bright.
Pleasant, tranquil, psyche psychometrics bite,
The bourgeoisie possessive and proletarian prodigal,
Lucrative, ludicrous, resumable heroics skill,
Personable, arguable and a desirable diet.
Forcible, flexible and fund raiser responsible,
Likeable, sizeable and an unshakeable height,
Referable, preferable and transferable mongrel,
Credible, reproducible and decisionable slight.
Expressible, risible and a sensible detail.
Challengeable, achievable and demonstrable kite.
Categories:
proletarian, business, education, imagination, inspirational,
Form: Sonnet