Bones Of Capitalism Poem by Ershad Mazumder
Ershad Mazumder
Bones Of Capitalism
It was a moonlit night
I have not seen my fiance
for many moons.
Waiting for her on the
bank of my dream river
Young moon was dancing
with the waves of river.
Suddenly i found an oldman
by my side
`Do not fear,
I am your old capitalism
for centuries you have sucked me
Now I have nothing to give you
except my cripsy bones
I do not move in daytime
Your children will be scared
If I show my face.
(dedicated to the economist to think for a new economic system for the world)
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4/30/2024 4:18:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Sir You are difficult to understand. I am unable to link up the first and second stanzans. But your remarks on Capitalism (something I echoed differently in my poem New thought) I partly agree. The proof of pudding is eating. Unless we allow some system to run for a considerable period we cannot say whether it is good or bad. When it is proved bad, God alone can save us....