Three Paths Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Three paths for how we live and share,
With different rules, beyond compare.

Socialism, a common hand,
Where workers own across the land.
Big work is shared, for all to gain,
Small shops can bloom, in sun and rain.
A fairer share, is what they seek,
With voice in how we speak.

Communism, a bolder dream,
No private things, it would seem.
The state holds all, with mighty sway,
And plans for all, both night and day.
A land for all, where all are one,
But power's held, by just a son.

Fascism, with a flag held high,
One leader strong, beneath the sky.
For nation's might, they bend and strive,
Private work, but state's alive.
To be the best, they march and shout,
With no room for a doubting sprout.

So see them clear, these paths they take,
For who leads, and what they make.
One for the many, one for all,
And one for glory, standing tall.