You had your wives
Foreordained
Long before I
Appeared in your beds
With the revolutionary reds
Of my lipstick,
Fading in a struggle
For changes,
Betraying me
In a silent snuggle.
Each one of you
Had a part of me
Executed,
Revolution failed
And ideas muted.
I stood with a loop
Round my neck,
Like the revolution's speck
Being its only member
As you tied the knot.
Can any of you remember
If there was a girl
Or not?
Red Revolution
© Copyright: Корнилова Анна, 2017
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