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THE
THEORY OF COMMUNISM?
The theory of communism
may have first whispered to him
long before he knew its name
back when he was just a young lad
wandering through cool summer
fields,
the red‑clay roads curling gently
over green hills like ribbons
laid down by a kinder world.
Potato farms quilted the meadows,
sheep drifted like pale clouds
across the grass,
and wild blueberries hid in
patches
only children ever seemed to find.
Lavender breathed its soft perfume
into the warm air
a beauty so delicate
it felt like something
borrowed from God’s own hand,
something only a woman could fully
understand.
The rivers were always calling
then.
Trout flashed beneath the surface,
daring every Huck Finn dreamer
to skip school, thread a worm on a
hook,
and cast a bamboo line
into glacial lakes that held the
sky
as if afraid to let it go.
Those were the days
untouched by the noise of the
world
days before the shadow
of nuclear fire hung over our lives,
before hatred learned to speak
loudly,
before ambivalent politicians and
delusional governments
proved how easily they could
disappoint.
It was a time when life felt
simple,
honest, and endlessly possible
a time when ideas could bloom
quietly in the open air,
rooting themselves in the soft
soil
of a boy’s heart
long before he understood
what they would one day mean.
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