Anti-Bolshevik cartoon (1918) ‘Penthouse Bolsheviks’ by Dylan Price The Society December 23, 2018 Deconstructing Communism, Poetry 5 Comments They look at you with contempt and sneer, A haughty air permeating there. “Equality” is their pernicious cheer; Floating up high on corrupted air. To battle for the poor, a masquerade, Feigning to forge and dig the ditch. Media to bolster their charade, They scheme to materially enrich. And what good have they ever done, Atop their gilded soapboxes? Any as their equal they will shun, These sheep disguised as foxes. As we keep the fire for our nation, Marxists spout off sophistry. So as we strive for liberation, Their unions only seek their fee. Alas, our moral landscape decays And they indoctrinate our youth. How long until of us they flay? How long before “The Bureau of Truth”? Dylan Price is currently an economist living in London. His non-economic previous publications are a mix of polemics, essays, and a recently released chapbook of Autumn themed classical poetry. His publications are currently available on Amazon. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 5 Responses benjamen grinberg December 23, 2018 an understanding i came to just as i went to read this poem, the things that come to be in the world are a balance, two halves, of substance and form. the less substance it is, the more superficial the form. the “penthouse bolsheviks” being an example. they utilize the forms in society but as their substance erodes with the erosion of morality, they become increasingly peripheral. Reply C.B. Anderson December 23, 2018 Not quite sure what you were getting at, but there were several very weak lines in this poem, e.g.: A haughty air permeating there Any as their equal they will shun How long until of us they flay Also, there were many metrical breakdowns. Reading between the lines, I could kind of see where Dylan was trying to go, but he needs to bring his razor to the strop and hone his craft. Reply benjamen grinberg December 24, 2018 I’m always getting lost in the ether instead of focusing on the details. As to that, I must say, I haven’t read poetry for a year and just recently got back to it. I agree with your observations. As to my comment on the theme… I feel that the battle against what the author calls by name… has basically been won. It just hasn’t reached the surface. Until it does, I try to use the time for self-reflection to see what traits I have in common with that social trend that is talked about. So as to eliminate any and all connections. I hope that is clear. Thank you. Dylan January 1, 2019 Thanks for the feedback. My metrical spirit sometimes overcomes the need for structure, but appreciate the prosodic analysis. Rajendra Singh Baisthakur December 26, 2018 A good poem. Marxists are just one of the organizations founded on force and terrorism intent on destruction. I could not understand how such people can be compared to sheep which is a symbol of meekness. (‘these sheep disguised as foxes’). Perhaps it is the other way round ‘these foxes disguised as sheep’. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.