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….