To Save Democracy
Red Weather
His individual was one made of two wholes, of person and of nation, but even such strongholds cascaded apart into fragments. Even his name escaped him in such plight; though he gave no care for the only identity he was acknowledged of was a fallen empire: Russia.
On his knees, bent and pleading, he wept silently for mercy, for succor; his person was destroyed, but had he forgotten that his country was restored in a rebirth of raging fire. It blazed with an embrace as cold as winters known well, crafting blisters with the facade of good health on his skin. The childishness of his person sought happiness, peace, and lull; yet, his halves yearned: freedom, revolution, war!
Though, a glimpse of solace crossed his sight, for ally alike came round. England and his Empire¹ marched across Russia’s streets; Japan, France, America, even Italy arrived for a cause of White intentions. Their efforts where not to heal him, rather to heal his nation—protect their own—but in vain, for when their labors ceased he became scourged in red paint and upon his ivory halo perched thick blood. Smothered, he heeded his shadow’s echo, and repeated:
On his knees, bent and pleading, he wept silently for mercy, for succor; his person was destroyed, but had he forgotten that his country was restored in a rebirth of raging fire. It blazed with an embrace as cold as winters known well, crafting blisters with the facade of good health on his skin. The childishness of his person sought happiness, peace, and lull; yet, his halves yearned: freedom, revolution, war!
Though, a glimpse of solace crossed his sight, for ally alike came round. England and his Empire¹ marched across Russia’s streets; Japan, France, America, even Italy arrived for a cause of White intentions. Their efforts where not to heal him, rather to heal his nation—protect their own—but in vain, for when their labors ceased he became scourged in red paint and upon his ivory halo perched thick blood. Smothered, he heeded his shadow’s echo, and repeated:
“Proletarii vsekh stran, soyedinyaytes!”²
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1. England and his Empire: The British Empire (consisting of the United Kingdom, Canada, Australia, India and numerous other colonies, territories, and the like).2. “Proletarii … soyedinyaytes!”: “Workers of the world, unite!” Motto of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.