24 December 2021

Dear Comrade

With the stroke of
Of your tongue,
The words you weave.

The intoxication,
Your eyes spew..

Curl of your lip,
That slays hearts
And subjugates
Minds.

Communists,
Atheists, priests.
Philosophers and
And other fanatics.

How many 
Revolutions,
You must have 
Killed. 
With just a curve
Of your smile.

Are you,
By any chance.
The incumbent
Government? 
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