Poem To A Communist

[Ex-soccer player]

Here is a little poem I wrote about the persecution of the job creators.


You poor men
Why do you hate the rich?

If you burn down a rich man's house
Will your own poor hut grow bigger from that?
No, but your own hut might catch fire from the sparks.

If you demolish a job creators factory
Will the demolished factory sustain more families?
No, the poor families will lose the little they have.

If you shut down banks
Do you think that makes you rich?
No, you won't even have a place to cash your government cheques.


You don't have a small house because your neighbor has a big house
You have a small house because you built a small one.

Take therefore the talent from him, and give it unto him which hath ten talents.
For unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance: but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath.
And cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.