Imagine a railroad track that ends where the bridge is out,
over a
steep
cliff
that
no one
would
ever
want to
fall off
to his
death.
People on a train
are going on that railroad track, right to the end of it.
They
don’t
seem
aware
of the
danger
that
they’re
heading
toward.
Marxists, liberals, and right-wingers
are all on that train, racing toward certain doom.
These
last
of the
three
are all
running
to the
front,
as if
wanting
to die.
The liberals are just sitting in their seats,
with a strange faith that the track will go
all
the
way
to
the
other
side
of
the
abyss.
Only the Marxists, the Leninists in particular,
are going to the back, running to jump off,
before
they
go
over
with
all of
those
fools
who
think
the
track
is safe.
Infinite Ocean 
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! 🙂
Anytime! 🙂