Yeah, it's a sterotypical Commie poem. I plan to put non-political stuff up too, but I thought this'll be fine.
Freedom
Money controls many
through fire and gunshots.
They are quick to condemn he
whom holds different thoughts.
When people call to be equal,
the rich man laughs loud.
He says it's impossible.
But some are allowed
to live and serve him,
to fight against his foes.
What do they get from him?
Nothing for their woes.
They will say, why do we fight?
For the worker, to the bum.
When we unite,
we will fight for freedom!
Yeah, here it is. If you want more, I will be posting more to my blog periodically.