They darkly warn about “the left”
And what these monsters plan to do.
I laugh, and ask, “Where have they
Gone?”  The rich and ancient rule
The planet.  Everywhere, they use
Their powers to support the status quo.  
All income rises ever upward.  Those
Who are not rich or ancient, male or pale,
Are kept at bay, to be employed as servile
Labor, cannon fodder, concubines, and these
Poor wretches plod like cattle, lowing
Quietly, but never turning from
The rightward paths their betters mean
To keep them on.  Revolt?  Demand
Their shares of wealth or power,
Comfort, even pride?   In other words,
Turn left?  They don't.  Defeated by
Pathetic caution, they, too, crave
The status quo, and shudder when
The rich and ancient tell their
Scary tales.