Albert Birkle, Under the Red Flags (1919)

This long march
towards death
must be halting
the dark blue
jet-black signs of dizziness
need to change color

this unwavering pain
above the rooftops
of our hearts
must be mutated
into an explosive thinking
obsessive and fiery
glowing
on the anvil
of the class struggle
as expected as a sunrise
hot like a tear
on our cheek
after the day’s wage
of terror

this wild path
towards death
must be stopped
by an exquisite dawn
of those dispossessed
by a red raising
of our soul
that will not allow
the preambles of injustice
to be done volumes of analgesia.

*The original Greek poem can be found here https://tokoskino.wordpress.com/2013/07/07/%CE%B4%CE%B7%CE%BC%CE%AE%CF%84%CF%81%CE%B7%CF%82-%CF%84%CF%81%CF%89%CE%B1%CE%B4%CE%AF%CF%84%CE%B7%CF%82-%CE%BC%CE%B5-%CE%BC%CE%B9%CE%B1-%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BA%CE%BA%CE%B9%CE%BD%CE%B7-%CE%B1%CE%BD%CE%AC/