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The Communist Manifesto: A Poem

April 19, 2016
By Gagax SILVER, Sugarland, Texas
Gagax SILVER, Sugarland, Texas
5 articles 1 photo 46 comments

Kings and queens ruled the world.
Ancestry and lineage determined your worth,
An endless cycle you could not break.

And so the poor, huddled, masses rose up.
Pitchfork and torch in hand,
They stormed the marble palaces,
and broke it to rubble and ruin.

“Huzzah!” they declared triumphiantly,
For they had rid the world of the monster known as feudalism:
The lies upon lies told through beautifully woven stories,
To keep the ignorant and weak in a state of perpetuated misery.

“Huzzah!” For his life and his success
was in the hands of himself, no one else.
Hard work and perserverance had won at last,
Man was free to dream beyond his dreary,
often disappointing circumstances.
For now, there was hope of a better tomorrow,
To guide the lost and shattered forward.

And now, again they sit, glum expression on their face,
Working hour after hour in the factory,
tirelessly, to make ends meet.
Paid little, they are,
One small worthless pawn out of many,
Toiling away to fill the greedy stomachs
of their fat masters.
“Money makes the world go round,”
A harsh truth, how a few small scraps of paper with numbers
Can make the difference between life and death.

Once again, an endless cycle,
Of eternal poverty and eternal riches,
Of eternal scarcity and eternal indulgence.
Can’t we ever all have enough?

And so the workingmen united,
Banded together by common discontentment
With the state of society,
And started a revolution
To fix all they had seen wrong in their lives before.

No longer would a mother be forced to shed tears
As her children struggled to find food to eat.
No longer would the privileged be able to live
With wasteful abundance, whenever and however they pleased,
without any cares in the world, as their own had been fulfilled.
No longer would the masses cut their hands with glass shards
To keep the hands of the elite soft and clean,
like baby skin-free of imperfections.

And so it was decided, that all would be shared equally by the people.
The barren wasteland upon which no life grew
As well as the fertile, crop-growing
In which inhabited varying ecosystems,
Teeming with life.
It didn’t matter, All was the same.
No one was better, no one was worse.
All would be shared in peaceful harmony.

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This article has 6 comments.

Gagax SILVER said...
on Aug. 12 2016 at 7:51 am
Gagax SILVER, Sugarland, Texas
5 articles 1 photo 46 comments
thanks :D u r very kind

on Aug. 6 2016 at 2:53 pm
missfloetry SILVER, Forest Park, Illinois
7 articles 1 photo 25 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Don't mistake my kindness for weakness. I am kind to everyone, but when someone is unkind to me, weak is not what you are going to remember about me."
-Al Capone, American Gangster

This deserves more likes. One of my favorite pieces by you. Second favorite is moving day, third is Emotions, and fourth is Lost Things.

Gagax SILVER said...
on Jul. 9 2016 at 4:51 am
Gagax SILVER, Sugarland, Texas
5 articles 1 photo 46 comments
thanks so much! It was fun to write

Gagax SILVER said...
on Jul. 9 2016 at 4:50 am
Gagax SILVER, Sugarland, Texas
5 articles 1 photo 46 comments
thank you!!

on May. 3 2016 at 9:48 am
LinaBlack PLATINUM, Marshalltown, Iowa
36 articles 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win. - Gandhi

I like the idea of everyone being equal and sharing to live vs poor working for rich

gremlin BRONZE said...
on May. 3 2016 at 9:40 am
gremlin BRONZE, Auburn, New York
4 articles 0 photos 33 comments

Favorite Quote:
Blood makes you related, Loyalty makes you family

It shows the ways that throughout the ages, the way that people react and change for certain goals or ways. This also doubles as a fun little story, good work.