Revolution, And Snow

beginning to know...
how Pasternak felt,
long Russian revolution...

gunfire, exploding...
neighbor fighting neighbor,
the poor battling the elite...

for cause, for ideal...
people disappearing,
work camps, Siberia...

unmarked graves...
long harsh winters,
snow like death wrapped

around windows and doors.
wolves howl, primordial call....
in the name of freedom,

betrayed, and forgotten...
poems stolen from the heart,
by the candle's last flicker....

the cry of humanity
lost in the gunfire and the snow...

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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