KARL MARX IN AUGUST
(To the tune of "Joe Hill")
I dreamt I saw Karl Marx last night,
I saw him standing there,
His hair jet black, no longer white,
Fierce eyes, with a bold young stare:
His eyes had a young man's stare.
I saw Marx youthful, angry there,
I said in my surprise:
"But you grew old, white beard and hair…"
And then Marx cried: "All lies!"
And then Marx cried: " - Damn lies!"
"A ghost to comfort those who'd lost
Their spark, themselves half dead:
They made me old, grey with disgust
- I'm young again!" he said,
"I'm young again," he said.
"Alive again! You see I'm back,
My spirit never fled,
I'm young, bold, vigorous, black:
I'm me again", he said.
I'm me again!", he said.
I dreamt I saw Karl Marx last night,
He stood before me there,
His hair jet black, no longer white,
Fierce eyes, with a young man's stare,
Fierce eyes and a bold young stare.
SO 5-9-91
[The Stalinist Russian Empire collapsed in August 1991]
