Russia

This poem is about a time when Russia was different. A change from peasants to Communist peoples.

Lost in thought 
As the days wear on in fraught 
Distaste in your mouth 
As everything has gone south 
You have no where you belong 
So you climb on and sing along 
I hope I die in this sickness
Its the only way I will let myself go the quickest 
I lay down with the stars 
As the new czar 
Takes over these scars
Red is all know and see 
As the new order comes to full view with this plea
Let us be free and be peasants no more

Reviews

[Maria Kay Clary]

From Lenin to a red glow. The one thing I wish it was longer.

[wordman]

and i`m sure they share the same sentiment

[Maria Kay Clary]

Yea Thanks!