Market Socialism and Socialism

In the realm of ideologies, two paths unfold,

Market socialism and socialism, stories yet untold.

One seeks a transition, from capitalism's grip to be freed,

Under the dictatorship of the proletariat, it plants its seed.

Socialism, the dream of a society just and fair,

Where wealth is shared, and equality is in the air.

The proletariat rises, their power united and strong,

To dismantle the chains of exploitation that have gone on for too long.

Through revolution's flames, a new order emerges,

Workers at the helm, their hopes and dreams converges.

The means of production, now in the hands of the masses,

A society built on cooperation, where exploitation passes.

But in the midst of this journey, a different path is seen,

Market socialism, a concept that may at first gleam.

A transition to capitalism, with a twist of fate,

As bourgeois elements seize the proletarian state.

Revisionism whispers in the ears of the hopeful,

Promising prosperity and progress, a vision so delightful.

But beneath the surface, a familiar tale does unfold,

As capitalism's grasp tightens, the revolution put on hold.

Market socialism, a compromise some may claim,

Yet the essence of socialism, it seems to maim.

The market's invisible hand, dictating the course,

While inequality lingers, and the proletariat's voice grows hoarse.

In the twilight of the twentieth century's reign,

Humanity stood at a crossroads, beset by pain.

Science, industry, and progress shone so bright,

Leading towards a future of dazzling light.

But beneath the surface, a truth did hide,

The planet ravaged, for profit's wicked tide.

Unemployment, once thought vanquished and gone,

Returned with vengeance, a specter to spawn.

Poverty, ignorance, wars, and disease,

Afflicted two-thirds, a world brought to its knees.

The Third World suffering, caught in despair,

While the privileged few pretended not to care.

In this era, socialism faced an assault,

A global offensive to make it halt.

The collapse of market socialism was claimed,

As proof that Marx's ideas were defamed.

Yet Marxists foresaw this inevitable plight,

Stalin had warned of revisionist's blight.

The takeover of the party would surely bring,

The restoration of capitalism's sting.

The regimes of revisionism, they strayed,

From socialism's path, they began to fade.

Weakening social ownership, market's embrace,

The contradiction grew, setting socialism's pace.

The Soviet economy, once a great force,

Saw growth's decline, a downward course.

Since Stalin's time, the planned economy thrived,

But after his era, its vigor was deprived.

The fall of the Berlin Wall shook the world,

As revisionist regimes from power were unfurled.

The West rejoiced, claiming "Socialism's end!"

From Tokyo to New York, the message did send.

The triumph of the free market, they declared,

History's end, no more battles to be shared.

But now, that phase has come to an end,

The revolution's prospects, they cannot bend.

The proletariat's mission, historic and grand,

A world socialist revolution, they shall demand.

From the dust, they'll rise, their voice resound,

Proclaiming Rosa's words, forever profound.

"I was, I am, I will be," they'll proclaim,

A beacon of hope, igniting the flame.

For the fall of market socialism, a new dawn shall rise,

With solidarity and justice, filling the skies.