My Fair Share ...
(a poem, through the eyes of a Communist)
"Oh, those hate-filled Christians!" heard as the rally cry, advocates of evolution.
"We'll really show them a thing or two!" chant the masses calling for revolution.
"Overthrow the banks, destroy the dastard corporation!"
"To the victor goes the spoils!" cheer the masses in ovation.
Victory sleeps well ...well past the dawn of day,
It has long overslept, no one left to pray.
As the groggy masses wakes, stumbling, it hears laughter, "Watch out! Don't trip!"
But it can no longer walk-the-walk, it seems, overnight, it became a dictatorship.
No more debates, no more courts to rule ...
Too late you've seen the enemy, and you have played the fool.
"No! It can't be too late! We still demand our fair share!"
But what was once the Occupy movement, is now like Tiananmen Square.
