Leon’s Dying Thoughts - Poem by Conor Young
We would have built a bridge;
Yet you built a wall.
We would’ve torn up the bourgeois;
Yet you condoned our values off.
We had a socialism of the heart!
What a world we would have built;
With a voice for the worker!
Yet we stifled it.
Corruption took over;
All the people we set out to free!
Yet you took freedom from them.
Whatever happened to equality?
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