Dark Poetry #2 |
Russia - 1918 to present (ill fate of communism.) |
propaganda machine New Member
since 2000-08-12
Posts 1 |
Waking in the cold grey of metallic factory walls, in a distant daze I am aware of all the industrial propaganda with social ethics and friendly work practices posted on the walls, from the grated ceiling is displayed a rusted sickle and star carved with the message; “ Lenin, where is Lenin now ? ” In this time of communist despair afraid of worshipping local leaders they turned to the machine, “ the noble tool that never failed!" Overturned as they dreamed, The government they pledged loyalty to seized control. (In oxygen starved work cells they still plough on and march and march until they die from exhaustion.) As I wake to roam the state rooms where Yeltsin - as an automaton - signed the decrees, therefore encouraging the wrath of the Plough. (The Socialism Machine.): It cries as a baby in agony; steam bursts with the might of pistons. I walk enchanted by its burning furnaces, fuelled by the dedicated; their bones now charred ashes. The Plough screams in disapproval No longer shall the people be weakened. Let the worker be free not chained to the politic Machine. "when we are victorious on a world scale I think we shall use gold for the purpose of building public lavatories." Lenin. |
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Ian Llewellyn ap-Griffith Member
since 2000-02-12
Posts 197Cincinnati, Oh, U.S.A. |
If only Trotsky had succeded Lenin instead of Stalin, things would have been different I think. At any rate, good work here. You conjured a good image of The Factory. Welcome to DP. Sing while you may -The Prophet Qa'sepel Your pain is for you alone, As it is, As it was, As it will be forever, Amen -The Prophet Qa'sepel |
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