With our mental battle flags unfurled
We debate what makes a better world
What might it take to develop it?
More than socialism’s empty mallet
No matter what pretty and fanciful lies they drape
They can never change mankind’s mindscape
Into something we might develop and build on
Once all the liars have faded and gone
No matter how we might hammer wishing for shape
That might hold, it’s sheer fantasy and escape
To think it doesn’t take capitalism’s rugged nails
To keep together and increase all the needed details
That actually fit the form together keeping it in frame
If you want another name for socialism, jealousy is to blame….