The Failed Revolution

The failed Revolution In my childhood´s town, there was a blue neon sign On top of a five-level building, “Jesus Saves”. I asked my mother what “saves mean. Souls, she said without looking up as she was reading the communist manifesto dreamed of the day when workers would take over the factories and throw the obese capitalists into prison. She tried to emigrate to the Soviet Union. but she was turned down she had no skills other than putting sardines into tins. Mother made gruel that day, and I was allowed to scrape the brown sticky residue in the pot. A famous over-rich capitalist sits in jail in Siberia He has the internet and can talk to his friends. I wonder what my mother would have thought of this. He had been found guilty of stealing his oil to avoid taxation. No, not, the revolution mother was dreaming of.