A FRAGMENT OF A VOICE ABOUT LENIN Your voice like a lightning bolt shocked me in my youth, Books straddled upon my desk in that cloistered dormitory room, I read your works, your speeches, your declarations; the sun had broken through the blinds, I saw the world again more than three times, Your voice in the Russian first person. I stood up and leaned against the doorway in disbelief about how the ages clamor for change, How people die in their protests, How nations leaders lie, As they did yesterday in a American Congress hall; arrogance and conceit in both parties, The ringleader portraying himself as Caesar, His silver tongue to be cut by history and the wind, And so we listen amid the dull shouting of war amid our sickness. How history revenges itself upon the terror we create in darken doorways; the headlines censor us and the legend of the Soviet Ninth Congress, When he lived and we actually listened. Luis Lázaro Tijerina January 21, 2015
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 19:58:53 +0000
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