Buxton Shippy

(7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)

Anemic Capitalism


Communism is a fraud
But anemic capitalism aint no saint
The poor and marginalized
Not counted
Just pawns to be exploited

In the richest empire
Schools are on fire
Let the children out
For the penal system
Is a business

Barely covered
The breast cancer mother
Turned away
And away
From her hospital bed
She has two children
But no health insurance
The reporter said

Communism is a fraud
But anemic capitalism aint no saint
The poor and marginalized
Not counted
Just pawns to be exploited

He worked sixty hours a week
At the factory
Could not make ends meet
Tried to organize
And was fired
Last Friday

Submitted: Wednesday, June 01, 2011
Edited: Saturday, July 09, 2011

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