Sickle And Hammer Poem by Nicholas Peter

Sickle And Hammer



Machine gun tongues,
fire automatic practiced rounds,
of sheepskin propaganda.

A ecstatic Marx laughter,
rings on Cuban coasts,
U.S.A sullied dreams.

From sea to shining sea,
A Red Army March,
defeat lined homeless centers.

'Fight the power man',
maybe you'll win,
Reich mindset,
wolves in man's clothing.

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