Socialist Jesus
Revolution is dead,
buried next door to God
I Got his son's autograph,
at the souvenir shop
You can buy him on T-shirts,
and black duffle bags
Pin his sepulchral image,
on white dormitory walls
While rehearsing old prayers
Of old liberalisms brand
From a barging philosophy
In a consecrated ideology
Socialist Jesus
the second coming of '53
He road on a motorcycle
to the front page of history
Helping Amazonian Leopards
and Miners strike in Chile
His Pilate were black suits
from Roman Pax America
Now the noughties have drifted
And our Idealisms floundered
As the corpse of Technicolor
Where the lessons of Viet Nam
Got trimmed in life's exams
There's only the ghost flower
Which our children find value
Barring radicals as a parodies
In Nietzsche, Klien, and Noam Chomsky
Take their words for blind idolatry
Then depose them when mortgages
Don't return student ventures
Socialist Jesus
Destinies catalyst Son
Sheppard bought for the meager
As the mighty ones instrument
He searched across the Atlantic
For the meaning to be free
A renaissance vagabond
Who was a soldier of empathy
Pompous college kids eat him
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poem by Kevin Patrick
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