Don’t shout revolution in my ear

Don’t shout “revolution” in my ear;

It is an ugly, unforgiving term

within which all illusions disappear,

and cities starve to death, and towns burn.

Don’t question peace if you have not seen war

with its perfume of stale shit and terror.

You’ve never had to take a life before.

It’s not a game.  Don’t play at Robespierre.

Tanks will not stop for roses and songs;

they have no tires and your thorns won’t take.

Whatever else you do, don’t take too long

to realize the cost of your mistake.

It’s fellow students trampled in protests,

it’s children’s bloated corpses in the street,

the ritual lottery of the arrests,

and prison camps – like temples to concrete,

it’s gutted churches, it’s typhoid swells,

it’s unexploded ordnance in the ground,

it’s fields that won’t produce,

it’s poisoned wells,

and no one –  who’s not afraid – around.


About Julie Deshtor

Julie Deshtor grew up in the Soviet Union during the turbulent 90's, and moved to the United States shortly after the Soviet Empire collapsed in 1991. A bilingual author, Julie writes both fiction and poetry, as well as translating poetry and lyrics. She brings her rich cultural and life experienced to her fiction, exploring the psychological struggles of her characters with compassion and insight, as they navigate the murky waters of the modern society. Julie currently resides in Utah, USA. Her interests include art, world literature, zoology, anthropology and urban subculture
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