The Story So Far: Rambling Haiku Version

Jacobin, accessed 7/14/2018

I feel like I'm used,

Under Capitalism.

Someone else eats well.

It's our sweat. Our toil.

We make all of this; our world.

Pretty for the rich.

While we die on drugs.

Drink tap water they poisoned.

And give health and life.

All so their small lives;

Their petty, diseased, fat lives,

Are that much more fat.

The pay is not key.

It's the ownership; the wealth.

Of each company.

Of each major good.

Of the great fruits of the land.

Of the land itself.

Yes, the Left can err,

And flag in their righteousness,

The Right is pure death.

I have the data.

I can present accurate,

And quality proof.

All from our deep past.

All from simulations now.

The Earth testifies.

So let us all pray,

And be kind, if forcefully,

Against the Nazis.

The Fascists. The Right.

These poor, confused, diseased folks.

We need to help them.

They shouldn't have wealth.

They shouldn't have influence.

They need a safe space.

Where they can live well.

And receive the help that they need.

If they want back in.

To our social world.

We can work to fix and heal,

Whatever that we can.

What more do you want?

What more can we do in life?

Good luck to us all.