Insidious Ism Poem by Phil Charters

see to it, my will
i shall not lie
beneath democracy
fallen;
a soulless creature
given not to
god,
but to reckless
ideology.

seduced, to an ism
insidious;
society ignored, collapsed,
human conscious, collective
given
into the economy trap.

o you foolish being
i think you not,
aware,
that culture lost, to the isms sword
casts the world into despair.

‘yea the grael!
holy wealth’
to splendidly so few
while many fail
and fall and fall
to the weapons of your coup.

prosper now, ye ism,
where the darkest
market lies;
the youth of man
now hopeless;
estranged is now,
reality
from their eyes.


ride ye human ride
across your ism wide
fall ye not on paradise;
but fall ye to,
the ever eternal abyss.

social culture
nurtures and thus protects:
like disease, the ism destroys: -

the insidious ism.
capitalism.