Commodity, You Are Not Your Surplus Value (a Socialist poem about humanity)

Commodity

Everything from the human spirit

to dignity

has become a commodity.

Oceans boil,

Flowers wilt,

And blood is spilled everywhere.

We hold the wrong people

to the worst scrutiny,

and we continue to masterbate ourselves

with patriotism.

Commodities,

Our time,

Our minds and training,

Just means to our bosses ends,

only because they have our consent.

We are more than commodities,

we are people.

Earth is not a commodity,

it is our home.

We are not commodities,

not a means to profit ends.

We are not commodities,

we are minds, we are souls and we have dignity.

We are not commodities,

we are creatures, living, breathing, and thinking.

We are not commodities,

we are human beings.

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