Comrade Sun Poem by Michael Pruchnicki
Comrade Sun
In the land of the morning calm
comrade sun shone on all
no days wasted on the bosses
line them up against the wall
the rivers full of bloated corpses
women and children together
this past weekend the philharmonic
played to those who slew the bosses
and the workers and the peasants
and imperialist aggressors
give prevert his due though
his songs were sung in cabarets
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