Red Revolution

You had your wives
Foreordained
Long before I
Appeared in your beds
With the revolutionary reds
Of my lipstick,
Fading in a struggle
For changes,
Betraying me
In a silent snuggle.

Each one of you
Had a part of me
Executed,
Revolution failed
And ideas muted.
I stood with a loop
Round my neck,
Like the revolution's speck
Being its only member
As you tied the knot.

Can any of you remember
If there was a girl
Or not?


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