Politics by Neil Ellman

Although she didn’t know
The difference between
A Socialist and socialite
My mother would sing
“The people’s flag is deepest red
It shrouded oft our martyred dead
And ere their limbs grow stiff and cold
Their blood had died its every fold”
With the joy of the child
She was when she learned the words
Her father taught to her
After he crossed the ocean
With thousands of others like himself
On a freighter
And not a dollar to his name,
Joined the union
Picketed for just a dollar more
And voted as he was told—
And so did she.

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One Response to “Politics by Neil Ellman”

  1. I was captured by your opening lines:

    Although she didn’t know
    The difference between
    A Socialist and socialite
    My mother would sing

    and those that followed.
    I enjoyed this.

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