O, the red star is in orbit,
Raises spectres from aeons we forgot,
It breaks the darkness like a comet,
To change the wretched spirits lot!
The spirits’ star, it comes to change all orders
Haunting us on to vindicate the past,
Breaking chains and wiping away borders,
For the first shall soon be last!
(This poem was written to the timing of The Internationale. It was first written for Escapril 2021)
