The Marriage of Capitalism and Communism
Once the Wall of Berlin fell, people danced in the streets. They thought it was the end of an old world. But it was not an end. It was a wedding.
Capitalism and Communism, once enemies, became lovers.
The Banker embraced the Party Man.
The Market kissed the Commissar.
And the world rejoiced, not knowing the child that would be born.
For Capitalism without limits devours the soul,
and Communism without freedom strangles the body.
But together, they gave birth to something worse:
a vast Machine of Bureaucracy,
From Capitalism, it took desire — endless consumption, the glittering promise of more.
From Communism, it took control — the paperwork, the rules, the language of equality.
And the child grew strong, until it ruled over all.
The Machine speaks in two voices.
With one voice, it sells you liberty in the form of advertisements.
With the other, it binds you in systems of regulation.
It whispers: You are free, but only as we command.
The Wall did not fall — it moved inside the mind.
Now every citizen carries a little Wall in his pocket,
guarded by slogans on one side, and profit on the other.
People call this Progress. But Progress blinds like steam:
thick, choking, shapeless.
And yet, there is a truth hidden here.
The union of opposites creates a third.
What was once war has become mixture.
And the mixture is harder to fight,
for it wears two masks at once.
So ask yourself:
Do you live in the Market, or in the Party?
Or are you simply a servant of the Machine,
which was born from both,
and now feeds on all?