anticapitalist poetry 

Boss made a dollar,
I made a dime.
That was a poem
From a simpler time.

Now Boss makes a thousand
And gives us a cent
While he's got employees
Who can't pay the rent.

So when Boss makes a million
And the workers make jack
Then that's when we riot
And take our lives back.

anticapitalist poetry 

@LexYeen the longer we wait, the weaker we are when we decide to fight. Neat poem!

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