Capitalism: A Poem

Capitalism says

Protect mine; there is not enough

Abundance replies

I do not understand “mine”; your hands hold more when they are open

Capitalism says

My production is my worth

Nature reminds

Your worth cannot be measured

Capitalism says

My labor is meant to enrich strangers

Bodily freedom insists

Your community needs your skills, passions and wisdom - will you offer them?

Capitalism asks

Who is the boss?

Community organizing wonders

What role can I play? 

Capitalism says

Violence is natural

Loving conflict declares

You do not have to dominate me to disagree with me

Capitalism says

I must monetize my time

The Sequoia whispers

Dollars cannot hold time

Capitalism says

Mother earth exists to be a resource for human extraction and use

Mother earth responds

We exist together or you don’t exist at all

Capitalism says

More and bigger; bigger and more

Impermanence warns

Accumulation of things is the worst form of death

Capitalism says

My things define me

The ancestors retort

Your immortality can only be found in the relationships you cultivate

Capitalism says

You will not find a better economic system than me

Adaptation argues

How will we know unless we try?