Socialist Sonnet No. 55

 Jack the Giant Slayer

(A Folk Tale?)

 

Giants are abroad and belligerent,

Each in constant contest with all the rest

To steal and hoard for themselves the very best

Of the world. It’s with rapacious intent,

While making nothing, they take for its worth

Whatever’s produced when labour is pressed

Into their service; by destiny blessed,

They claim, to ownership of the earth.

While those who actually make, mind and mend,

The real workers, every man Jack of them,

Have it in their hands, their power, to stem,

Bellicosity, bring it to an end.

Common ambition and collective flair

Personified, as Jack the Giant Slayer.

D.A.