S and C

My father has countless friends. Friends of his age, older and some even young. Some of them are hardcore capitalists. Original in their core, they lust for money and don't shy away from discussing it with their helpless sons who [how foolishly] still consider things like morality, love and literature. Perhaps their papas know this immaturity won't last long.

And then there are socialists. Equality, Justice, Peace.. Blah Blah Blah! The truth is, most of them are actually botched capitalists. Failed! People wearing blanket over their heads, hiding rags they have on their bodies. They are bruised, cuts all over but no blood. They can feel a lot but with such a numb body, they can't do anything. Anything about anything. And of course they fear. They fear because they are half naked. Removing that socialism, justice, equality blanket might reveal who they actually are.