A friend and I used to argue the merits of capitalism/socialism, he being very much in favour of the former. He shot upwards quickly, but at a point in this rise (well into management) found himself not quite at home with the mindset and his career went into reverse. I never said I told you so and, of course, I could never tell him the following poem was about him.
Mind you, people have a very bad memory when it comes to hiccups in their political thinking.A communist I know completely dis-remembered that he had justified Stalin's violent methods after the Soviet system collapsed; and those that trumpeted the victory of capitalism at that time, have been very silent about the current breakdown in their runaway capitalism system.C'est la vie!
This poem was in my second collection "Turn Your Head"
Angry
Among the blocks of the establishment;
a flawless rise bolted your trust;
success was cement,
all loose notions were pebble-dashed.
Now you revise:
the establishment, its self-righteous system:
how many bodies like you
have fallen from the sides to point the pyramid ?
And how many times did you skate over principles,
that I remember, you once held dearly?
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