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Chickens (Free verse) by rnuk When I was four
we had some chickens.
They lived in a coop at
the bottom of the garden.
Eventually they
had come to realise
we were cooking, or worse,
selling their unborn babies
so they started to peck at and smash
the eggs before we could come and get them
so we had them killed.
This is how I learnt about Marxism.
Up the ladder:
Good Riddance
Down the ladder:
A Moment in Time
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Posted: August 9, 2006 6:41 AM PDT; Last modified: August 9, 2006 6:41 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.958069 Overall Rank: 148 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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mindsigns @ 152.163.100.65
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9-Aug-06/8:11 AM
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Brilliant, simple and to the point. The ending is classic. Now I know about Marxism. Thanks.
Cool poem and idea. Looking out for more.
Dang Commy chickens.
This is incredible, I absolutely adore it!
Interesting, although a faulty analogy with Marxism. I would have thought the poem fitted Capitalism better.
It's capitalism from a Marxist view point, ie. should the workers (who are the means of production) revolt against the autocrats in power (those who distribute products and "reward" the workers), they will be crushed. Still, thanks though.
That's as clear as mud, then.
Stupid trite trash. 0/10
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