Lenin In A Boxcar Poem by Raj Dronamraju

They transported Lenin in a boxcar
Quarantined as if the carrier of a dangerous disease
Don't let this infestation spread
They might not come into work tomorrow

Across the hills of sweaty, filthy money
The opposite direction of those fleeing possessions
Anthrax and typhoid and the girl of my dreams and sign on the dotted line
Payment due by the sixth of the month

They handled Lenin wearing hazmat suits
One tear in your suit and you will share all you own and demand other do the same
In the dead of night, the idea of equality arrives

Somewhere a female factory worker takes off her gloves (if she is lucky to use them)
She transmogrifies into icon and sprouts in size
The heroes of the revolution are black and white
There are no heroes in conflicts like World War I and they will never be played by pretty boy Hollywood actors