My mother was a utopian communist
or rather a Marxist, she had only contempt
for the Soviet Union which she called
state capitalism gone mad.
She believed only communism could
bring about democracy where the people
controlled the means of production.
She predicted the globalization would bring
wars, workers against workers,
on slave wages. A world where the rich
got more affluent,
and material success meant everything.
A world where workers believe in their own failure
and deserve to be poor.
And she was right.
We are ruled by corporations and our freedom
have been curtailed, we are consumers
in a world where even art is commerce valued for
its sales potential and not for its beauty.
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