A Libertarian Christmas
by Fran Van Cleave
Special to The Libertarian Enterprise
Of holiday wishes this season
Mine must occasion mirth;
I wished for a new age of reason
To sweep all over the Earth.
For the whole human race to be freed
From dumb aristocracies,
Where power, special interests, and "need"
Form dreaded hypocracies.
A stake driven through Marx's heart
By Smith's invisible hand,
And none demonstrate against Walmart
In this rich and happy land.
No one's in prison who hasn't caused harm
It's common law, you see.
Militias are thanked for keeping us armed --
No business of D.C.
Welfare ends; churches and charities
Pitch in to fill the gap,
Moving beyond empty pieties
Ends poverty ASAP!
Washington's shrunk to microscope size,
Lawmakers lose their perks,
And admit the drug war's based on lies
Of opportunistic jerks.
The global dictates of the village
Have all gone up in smoke.
A parent's not subject for pillage
For just an occasional toke.
No taxes, no draft, no fed regulation,
No more bogus alarms.
No Algore cries of deforestation
Ruining private farms.
Private firms mining both Ceres and Mars,
Building towns of Mooncrete,
Sending bold colonies out to the stars.
NASA's forced to compete!
No posturing pols on left or right
Speaking in one shrill voice --
Just normal folks having good Christmas nights;
Then we can all rejoice.
Fran van Cleave, the most recent individual to be welcomed into the
"Raffles Club" of published Libertarian science fiction writers, is
presently working on her first novel.