Opposers . . . Cower: You Have Nothing To Lose That Was Ever Really Yours

Days give way to nights;

overheated air gives way to thunderstorms.

Wishful thinking gives way to immediate facts.

What might have been gives way to what is, which also

insists upon what is to be.

Limp wrists dislocated during twists of their gloved, clenched fists.

Blood splattered beneath the stomp of their jackboots.

Heads exploded upon the impact of shells fired from guns they appropriated.

They were guided and directed by the wisdom of the Party:

they were informed and inspired by the purity and zeal of the Party.

The Party was shaped and invigorated by the knowledge that swirled in Lenin's mind:

wherever that knowledge took them, they

followed.

They executed proprietors, prelates, delicate girls, and barefoot adolescent boys---

and, sometimes, their dogs.

This is how they liberated their home, the legendary Red Earth.

But its star also reddened and drew it into the seething fires of its core.

And we are like unto them---similar genetic codes, but better nuclear capabilities---

although we could not rescue any of them who were lost there.

But the body of Lenin was secured just prior to the destruction.

We have completed the mausoleum that contains him,

and the great slab over it, upon which his name has been engraved large:

it can be seen even from the several moons that orbit our planet.

Now we can begin the liberation of worlds that have, far too long, ignored us.

Starward

Author's Notes/Comments:

I sometimes wonder if, when viewed from a poet's perspective, the Russian Revolution was simply the vengeance wreaked by the ignored upon all those whom they believed had ignored them. They who had believed themselves marginalized acquired enough political and military power to marginalize others whom they, themselves, had despised.