I am so FED UP with hearing the attacks on capitalism in this country. All of those people who put down capitalism and try to blame it for the problems in this nation — and in the lives of some segments of society — are simply and totally ignorant concerning economics. And they have no desire to learn the truth about it, because then they would have to actually go to the effort of thinking with their own minds and work at understanding real facts. They have bought into the socialistic lie that the only right economy is one in which the minority work hard to earn as much money as possible and then hand it over to the majority who do not want to work hard because they know they will get “their share” without work.
Any child in a third-grade math class can understand how that will never work to the good of everyone involved. But then, the child in the third grade is still willing to work at thinking and generally still has a mind open and undamaged enough to see truth for what it is.
Well, today, I’m sharing another poem by guest blogger Dennis N. O’Brien, from Australia. He’s also still open-minded enough to see truth for what it is — and talented enough to put that truth into rhythm and rhyme. Enjoy:
Profit and Loss
Let’s think about what profit is
Before we get into a tizz.
For profit’s now a dirty word
So loss is good? – No, that’s absurd.
A profit is what has been made
When all expenses have been paid.
From ripened harvest that you reap –
The precious grain you get to keep;
The cash that goes into your bank
For that, it’s profit you must thank.
For profit funds our way of life
While hand in hand with loss comes strife.
But when one makes a healthy gain
From critics comes a loud refrain
Of “Profiteers!” and “Rogues!” and “Greed!”
And all the media take heed,
But when the news is of a loss
Then all are quiet – none give a toss.
Yet profits small mean times are bad
While profits large make sane men glad,
For surplus can be put in store
For those lean years when gains are poor.
Remember that the food you eat,
Your clothes, the shoes upon your feet,
Your shelter and the car you drive
And all that’s needed to survive,
From profits made come all these things,
While loss – but misery it brings.
Copyright © Dennis N. O’Brien, 2012