Imagine a railroad track that ends where the bridge is out,
People on a train
are going on that railroad track, right to the end of it.
Marxists, liberals, and right-wingers
are all on that train, racing toward certain doom.
The liberals are just sitting in their seats,
with a strange faith that the track will go
Only the Marxists, the Leninists in particular,
are going to the back, running to jump off,
3 thoughts on “Cliffs”
I loved this, the style and the content of the poem fit very well, you had me till the end. I like how you illustrate your point through the shaping of the poem, it read in a way which illustrated perfectly the message in a very visual way without a picture. I really felt the railroad tracks, in a way that was so much more clear with words than with a physical picture, thank you for sharing this, it made my morning in a strange way. I have a hard time watching the news, which I do anyway, in the morning. Your poem, made my morning a little easier, thank you for sharing this, I am having a bad day, this made it a little better.
Thanks for reading, and thank you for your wonderful comments! 🙂