I Know Absolute Calm After Terror

 

Comrade, greetings from the future

For the first time since creation

I recognize you in me

 

As I must sit and draw these posters

For the next phase of Revolution

I stop to think of those who went before

 

You sacrificed, likely with a dull life

Feasted on a modest income

Slaved for another profiteer corporation?

 

And knew you lacked for something

But did not know what, you endured

Procreated, and so it came to pass

 

That one day I was born, in a different world

That I felt my “I” was much too small for me

Low born without opportunity

 

Comrade, your descendents are gloriously ill

For as if the first time since apocalypse

I know and recognize true freedom.