Iron Hands Of The System Poem by Chan Mongol

IRON HANDS OF THE SYSTEM
Poem by Chan Mongol
December 17 of 2020



Everybody is in the competition and in so hurry;
For money, power, wealth and popularity.

Money, power, and popularity belong together;
A talent dies if not a mighty, a slave and a sucker!

Socrates had huge popularity alone, for his prophecy,
And the king was burning days and nights in jealousy.

Socrates believed that the king likes his philosophy,
Philosophy had no value for king's economy.

The talent had to die by poison for his ideology,
Victory was for the lordship, for the mighty!

Popularity, power and economy must be for the king;
Lion is the sire in Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring!

I never knew a poet as a rich who wrote pure natural thesis;
A real poet uses own brain for ideology, morality to increase!

The cruelty of death hugged painfully to each revolutionary;
Rebels are caught in iron hands of the system and poverty.