The Fable Of The 'Factologist' Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Once in a forest deep
Lay one who was asleep
Dreaming of a place to be
Where 'equality' was the only way.

For in his slumbers
He imagined free from that which encumbers,
All would feast upon the bounty
And there would be no accounting.

Each taking as he would
And if he chose, do something for the brotherhood
But no restraints were imposed
As all went where he chose.

So it was in his vision clear
That the seasons passed with good cheer
Until in the first fall of Autumn's leaves
There was some concern amongst these.

Worry not, they were assured
For Society has all illnesses cured
With Peace and Tranquility for all
As we go toward Winter from Fall.

Rest, brothers and take what you will
There is plenty that remains still
To enjoy the benefits of those that toil
So that we all may sip from the Holy Grail.

Then came a blast of Wintery wind
That stirred the leaves and then
Quenched the fires that freely burned
And cooled the bones of those, unlearned.

Quickly followed the first flakes of snow
Which upon his furrowed brow
Not to worry he was entreated
For Winter will soon be retreated.

With Spring and its flowers bright
Will bring renewed delight.
Still there was worry for some
As the cold soaked to the bone.

And then piling on high
Were more flakes from the sky
Until all were covered in the blanket
Death, life bereft.