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One In A Series Of Many Acts

 

Revolution day has arrived dear chap

don’t order the staff to gather your crap.

The red seeps in through walls, under doors,

down chimneys, even through lead lined glass.

Inescapable, the red flood flows all around you

and all you can do is watch as the red turns to

our gold then to your black and eternity.

All survives that lives and did not take.

The driver, the servants, the dogs, the horses

and the cockroaches in the vast kitchen.

So too the art, the sculptures and grand piano.

Even the stuffed salmon mounted on the wall.

Yes you took much but you had no taste

and now we will take what you had and give

what you had to those souls who did not take.

The one eyed dead red salmon approves of that.

Revolution day has arrived dear chap

don’t order the staff to gather your crap.

Steve Nally

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