in our heads, communism arises
like woven threads it suffices
does a cloth which is woven
survive the adversity of vices ?
envision utopia
compassion without humility
truth without wisdom
peace without sacrifice
but are such notions viable in guises
is catastrophe a melody or a malady
do we now laugh at the melancholic portraits
are we still in the influence of Socrates
have we not yet learned from the past century
are we really aiming to end up in a penitentiary
in these question threads may we abandon ideology
and reframe our ontology, bit by bit
thread by thread