Red and Black

This is a poem not only about past errors but also present ones waiting to be made.

Red Black Yellow

Atomized,

Anti-socialized,

No one to turn to.

No one to help you.

In a hypocritical world

We look to him for direction.

We find in him a solution:

Where actions become

The only form of thought,

There lies the virtue of sacrifice.

No one will deny

the purity of blood

Selflessly shed for this dream:

“When these centuries of struggle end,

Paradise will be complete.

Everything is possible.

We can change the world.”

Reviews

[Words of Thunder]

Not bad. It's a scary implication: that fascism will repeat itself. Is this a post-apocalyptic implication or merely a prophecy of our existing world?