
My first real attempt at poetry. It's about the state of Socialism in Britain. Reviews are welcome
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 153 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-15-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2943407
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A young Socialist's Lament
Bedroom Marxists of the world unite
You have nothing to lose
Because your lives are shite
You rant about the Class struggle
From a 400k house
You wouldn't last a minute
In the class struggle bout
We are gathered here today
To witness the dying moments of Socialism in Britain
Watch as the 'Socialist party'
Inject lethal laissez-faire into its veins
Red is infiltrated with blue
And the people can do nothing
What happened to the workers?
Where did the industry go?
China? India?
As long as the banks have Socialism tied up
Who cares?
The only Socialist Parties in my country
Aren't Socialist at all
They just use a powerful word
To disguise Marxists, Trots and worst of all
The Stalinist
We are gathered here today
To witness the death of a nation
A proud nation
Struck down by banks, Conservatives, and profit greed
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