Aging Revolt

Despite capitalist transgressions
The revolution aged like its
Rebels’ no longer taut bellies
With their raucous books
Become tired testaments
To unfulfilled miracles
Mired in moral turpitude
And self aggrandizement
The banality of bureaucracy
Unable to get out of the way
Of inevitable change
As institutional righteousness
Usurped socialist intention
To raise up the downtrodden
And subjugated them with
New and different chains