To Russia With Love

under the veil of equality it silently slithered feeding words of lies to those starved for truth and they swallowed them whole for they ached inside their hollow existence were poverty thrived among classes they yearned to abolish and so the promise breathed hope anew drowning capitalism and blinding democracy the veil was lifted all those who swore alligiance would be covered by security and so the lie was told silently it took freedom choice and individuality to now live within a regime that demanded and exercised its right with cruelty and depravity lambs to the slaughter and so they went willingly until reality dawned finding poverty still resided at their table with no means to fill the empty plates with food stamps their allotment gathered in tiny rooms of three for ten souls and the winter winds blew harsh across their discontent revealing the truth as Stalin smiled Lenin laughed robustly well fed, well groomed as so very well kept voices cried out but disappeared into the darkened nights of Siberian slumber and the carved walls assembled for protection trapped them in their own solitude with the twinkling lights from the Kremlin beaming upon the stone painting it in the color that would come to represent their ultimate demise and Lenin and Stalin sang loudly to Russia with love...