V. I. Lenin

Meeting Lenin

Sometimes I sit and think about
The men hist’ry treats with greatness
Often with the best intentions
They philosophize false witness

They script the creeds
Direct the deeds
They lead a people
To their fate

Or is it ‘fate’ created?

I wonder why we listen to them
I wonder that we murder for them
How is it that we martyr for them?
Or even do we follow them?

It all seems such a waste

On a cold, grey rainy day
In Hanoi, meeting Lenin
I’m thinking, truly, just as much
Of Kennedy, Eisenhower and Nixon

And it’s this which creeps me out

V. I. Lenin
Hanoi, Vietnam

Taken during travels, 1995

A response to Creepy, this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge.