I am not a Marxist “Poem”

I am so afraid of being a Marxist that I have nightmares

Last night in my dream I was screaming and yelling that “I am a Marxist”

I am only a lover of Marx’s ideas and his struggles for working class

I kiss his “Das Kapital” volume like a sacred book before reading

His Critique and Analysis of Capitalism is a love affair

I sat with my friend Eric and told him about my nightmares

He told me not to read too much of his work and take a break

We laughed then at my child like sentiments

Marxism is no doubt a spell and mysticism

I dare say again to myself I will never be a Marxist

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