Marx was a poet who sung in divinely wrought cadences If I'd have been alive then I'd have begged to have been acquaintances A creator-icon who remade the world in the image of his heart's genius Attesting to his mind's pure telos, it's generosity and cleanness He revolutionised Love in to a radical democracy between souls The superfluous bourgeois emotion with its poverty appals He knew Hearts are created equal, but corrupt by society Which poisons and prisons the soul in its entirety The abolition of possession will liberate the spirit From the bars and chains that inhabit it And all will love in passionate idealism which transcends the material game Love in the age of socialism is marvellous, aflame.