POLITICAL Poem: The Revolution, by Elizabeth Dick

Joseph Stalin,
The Man of Steel,
Living in the moment,
Texting during the ballet.

Tchaikovsky glances over to see
The Red Russian, drinking a Moscow Mule.
Devising plans in such a novel fashion.
Tolstoy and Dostoevsky weep from the tragedy,
Perverted enough that even Nabokov squirms.
Everyone closes their eyes, trying to enjoy the song.

It has been years since the Cold War.
Americans standing at the edge of the world.
The devil with orange hair in a red tie,
Tweeting a manifesto that mesmerizes many.

During this nuclear winter,
I stand with you under the moon.
Hungry and cold next to a fire,
Missing the revolution

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