THE BOLSHEVIK COMMUNION

starvation, skin covered skeletons
eyes laced with ambition of freedom
throats and stomachs dream of life's seed
many people line up for faded dreams
money and power in the hands of tyrants
a civilization is choked by their famine
bullets ring out for land and food
but when there is silence, there is doom
explosions are heard all through the land
in the fields, streets and homes lay the dead
swollen bodies are found here
the tyrants do not shed any tears

© 1996 thomas bates