-Isms

The spectrum of ideals, 

A wheel turning endlessly.  

Communism whispers:  

We are all equal,

Brother and sister,

Hands in soil,

But the dream—  

Often, 

Diluted by the power-hungry,

Utopia morphing,

Into chains.

Capitalism sings:  

Freedom and choice,

Merit and reward, 

But look closer—  

The promise of abundance,

Is a game,

Where the rich,

Write the rules,

And the poor,

Can’t afford the dice.

Fascism roars:

Order in chaos, 

Strength in unity. 

But its foundation,

Is built on fear,

Of the other,

Walls rising higher,

Voices falling silent.

Each ideology,

A promise of paradise.

Each reality,

A shadow of control.

When ideals,

Turn to dogma,  

When power,  

Corrupts vision,

The circle spins,

Hope into despair, 

Dreams into oppression.

Each -ism,  

A mirror,  

Reflecting the other's flaws,

The wheel never ceases,

Spinning us in a cycle.

We must break,

With compassion,

And understanding.  

For in the end,

We are all human,

Seeking the same light,

Though the paths,

May differ.