Tell Me Again Why Communism is Bad

Property's a tricky thing, my boy, and it's
Of no concern to someone, like you, who
Has none and, doubtless, never will.
The land is mine. I have the deed, and all
The capital is mine. Your mortgage says
Your house is mine, as is the vehicle you
Lease. You say your labor is your own,
And I admit I pay to have you come to tend
My capital, but, tell me, do you keep those
Wages? No, you must surrender them for
Trinkets and necessities, which you obtain
From retailers, and all of them are mine!




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-29 at 18:17

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