because we must
How wonderful will it be
to see the regime
fall to its knees
bloody in the snow of late February
To cough
to tremble to hold its hands high in surrender
I don't believe
even at the end
it will feel regret or remorse
but instead
some primal feeling
that knows an end will come for all
and all includes it
There will be a cry,
a wailing
from every soul
when the regime falls
for all that was taken
and for the weight to be lifted
We will surround the regime
a mass of bodies
tearing and thrashing
and it will wriggle under the weight
of collectivism
the togetherness it took
We will win
because we must