THE EPOCH WE NEVER MET

THE EPOCH WE NEVER MET

Sigh! The epoch we yearn not
The epoch a sage epitomized as evil
The epoch where the days seems unending
The epoch where the sun thwack the oily heads of man
Incising their dog-eared clothes
What a pity?
The epoch where the bourgeois never thinks
About the consequences of their actions
They live in fascinating manors
The epoch of hate but no love
The epoch where glory erred into a chequered misfortune
Humanity was out-washed
The proletariats were exploited mercilessly
Their labour created great wealth for the capitalists
The product of their ingenuity
Were sold for more than the value of the labour
Yet, only crumbs were left for their hunger.
During this epoch,
Even sense of belonging wasn’t an option
For the proletariats
They could even surrogate their finger(s) for food
All these cynicisms
Was god-awful to the proletariat
Equally an ill-mannered to the society
Then a sage one went on saying
‘The ruling class’
They thought their brilliance of exploitation
Could last forever
Not knowing that capitalism contained
The seeds of its own destruction
Perhaps they could not survive without the underclass
But the continual wringing of the underclass
Created a great resentment
The proletariat led a revolution
Against the capitalist
The underclass struggle
Led to the overthrowing of the capitalist
and their supporters.
Succeeding this defeat,
A new epoch was born
‘The classless society’
Where man seems equal
This ideology was based on
‘from each according to his abilities,
to each according to his needs’.
An epoch where equality reigns
and the state simply withers away.
This new epoch was suppose to be a sheath
For the new generations
But I realise after a long scribble,
That we still evolve around that cruel epoch.

Ibbwrites©
2019

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