I Don't Know Him Well Poem by jan hansen

I never met him

 

I don't know who he is, the myself.

A complete stranger saying he is me

But I know nothing about him.

I know he was, like his mother, a communist.

But after some education and reading

500 books, became

A Socialist, for then progressing to the right

Admire Trump and Elon Musk

I ask,
how is this possible without losing.

The anchor-hold of his childhood

He tells me he had no childhood it had been

Destroyed by poverty

He had to start again, only to find out all he had

Believed was lies upon lies, he stands before me.

and has nowhere to go

He cast his dice to become an ardent rightist.

What does he know other than that he is old?

Looking for his future, he has, as usual, left.

Things too late