The Statist Poem by Wu Wei

Work and work
Work your fingers to the bone
For the Government will take
Everything you own.

Want to seem caring
Whilst lounging in bed?
No need for effort
Demand taxes on others instead.

Keeping the fruits of your labour
Is nothing but greed
But seizing the fruits of others
Is helping those in need.

So the Government is caring
But others must pay
Just what is it you did exactly
to help the needy today?

You can't outsource kindness
It is your direct obligation
There's no reflected glory
In forced redistribution by a nation.

You are an empty vessel
Morally bereft
Just like a common street mugger
All Government is theft.