Short Capitalism Poems
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Unable to relax
Unable to release
Crushing capitalism enveloping me
Feeling tight
If I release will they come after me?
we have food for 12 billion
we only feed 8 billion...
it's not capitalism, it's pure cruelty
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It was 117 characters too long for a poem.
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Truly named Acme
We fed cardboard sheets
into a machine in steady flow
corrugated boxes the result
boxes to be filled with wares
endless capitalism perpetuated
Mordechai Abercrombie Fofoofnik
Decided to become a kibbutznik --
But old socialists were out
Mordechai began to pout --
'Til they told him: 'Design a new Sputnik'
we are but shadows
of who we are
shadows tortured by hot sun of capitalism
where is cool water of democratic socialism
cool river
waterfall
to free my soul.
The world produces food for 12 billion
there are 8 billion human beings in the world
even with this excess people go hungry...
capitalism or socialism, what is the solution!
~ November 04, 2025 ~
Mark it as a historic day
NYC chooses a new way
Workers of the world unite!
Capitalism ~ fight or flight?
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!
What is the difference,
historical or cultural,
naturally experienced or spiritually souled,
between economic capitalism
and political patriarchalism?
What is the difference
between two hands clapping?
Capitalism if you know not
is a ping pong game
feet must move very fast
hands on clear target
ball bounced back quick
eyes on opponent’s actions
joy when opponent faults
take it all when foe collapses
Oh say can you see
By the dawn's early light
The bags in my eyes
For I can't sleep through the night
I've been working to death
And I have coffee breath
And I constantly feel
Like I've been chained to my desk
Boundless poverty,
inseparable symptoms
of capitalism -
Illusions of ascension
deceive the miserable.
28/03/2023
Written for the Writing Challenge - 'P' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Yule/Christmas
Obscene capitalism
Can best be observed
At Christmas
Midwinter festival
Larder full we share our
Luck with our nearest
Christmas is the devil’s revenge
He was never invited
Now he gives us hell with glitter.
The End Of Capitalism
Profits don’t count
Family matters
Community matters
Families close together
Community thrives
Family matters!
Profiteers rule the media!
How hard is it to dispute?
Many years will pass,
Family matters!
falling four days
sideways
the crux of capitalism
crushing financial happiness
into a credit card cube
panicked children chained in debt
to failing governments and corruption
walking green bricked roads
from Wonderland into the abyss
Even in an heavy destruction of air
capitalism shout with joy
but not the climate
when everything goes wrong
you should take a fling at the barn
look up into the sky with a smile
take a sandwich or three
while the environment goes to hell
I’m not at all interested
in your product
You shouldn’t even be for sale
Put your wallet down
for a minute
Just look in my eyes
and tell me
your aspirations in life
There is no monetary value
assigned to what I desire
“I love you”
doesn’t cost but a breath
i see profane
anarchy in my city
the politicians are desperate
trying to leave the country
that's been starvin like forever
we will not let them leave
history will be rewritten
as we eliminate the evil generation
the product of eurocentrism
and the spirit of capitalism.
i see profane
anarchy in my city
the politicians are desperate
trying to leave the country
that's been starvin like forever
we will not let them leave
history will be rewritten
as we eliminate the evil generation
the product of eurocentrism
and the spirit of capitalism.
Tanka
When utilities
Are privately owned
We are prisoners
Caught in a web of avarice
Capitalism gone viral
Senryu
On the opposite wall
The sun shines bright and summery
Typical!
Words.
When I speak
I get lost in the fog of words
When alone
I can see forever
Postcard Whow
Millions of '
postcards
for sale
Dealers
from around the world
Some from Israel
Some from Russia
Some rich
others poor
Capitalism in action
But E.V. Debs cards
sell for a lot of money!
The point of this poem escapes me
Happiness is working,
Success is completing;
Hell is environmentalism
Taking everything away.
Excitement is planning,
Benevolence is cooperation;
Hell is environmentalism
And government
Killing you together.
Hapiness is independence,
Success is capitalism;
Hell is collectivism.
Form:
The Mall
has got its own belltower
like modern church
for capitalism.
Hundreds of shops
selling the obvious
garish colours.
Many restaurants
serving a variety
of burgers and fattening food.
There is no art here
not much to see
if you don´t care
about
high heeled shoes
and burgers
What if I were to lie?
What, if I were lye?
Don't you look at me that way.
Don't you look away!
The blond hairs on your back
I know it's cold.
Where are you going with this?
Wherever you are told.
Dance now, it's a stage.
The machine rotors turn.
The cabinets stocked with capitalism.
My Beautiful Idiosyncrasies.