(Note: This poem is about the younger generation in general and not about specific individuals.)
I’ve always supported freedom and equality
I wanted minorities to have equal opportunity.
I believed in promoting a liberal social order,
Showing non-aggression and peace at the border.
I wanted to teach the world to live in perfect harmony,
So that our new Utopia would all be down to me,
But my kids are proper communists,
They want to overthrow the state.
They will give everyone what they need,
And take whatever the wealthy can pay.
Workers will take the means of production,
And profit will be a thing of the past.
Even if there’s no greed reduction,
The billionaire power will never last.
They’ve declared private property a lie,
And reliance on investment income will die.
The worker and his value no longer alienated.
The greed of the bourgeoisie no longer sated.
My kids are proper communists,
Syndicalism will arrive any day.
My kids are proper communists.
You better get the hell out of the way.