#comrades

[kropotkindersurprise]

you know how it is

[funkytowncommune]

[platinumtimesbaby]

[mcromwell]

Let's build a future for each other, together!

(New lino coming soon to small prints, cards, and patches ✨)

[noeldolly]

red scare propaganda has done so much damage for communism. communism, to its core, boils down to loving poor people. i love poor people so much that i think they should have a good quality of life, just as any other person should.

i am a communist because i love.

[girlsoesoteric]

viva la revolución my friends :)

[manytoonepoet]

Oh, Deliverer, divine body with golden blood.

The Deliverer was appointed a task that he once believed he was ready to conquer, but now doubts whether he truly has both the heart and the sword to slay the darkest shadows that were cast by his bright light. He was born in a field of golden wheat and blue skies. He was nurtured in the arms of a village. He was inspired by the sword of a comrade and a dear friend, by the praise and the taunts of his allies and foes.

He was given life by a dream of endless celebrations and festivities. A dream of endless gaiety elicited by the children of the land who see him, not as a distant warrior to be revered, but as an older brother, perhaps even a friend, the best one, at that. A dream of endless sparring, ribbing with a brother in arms, strengthening the bond that was created in war and bloodshed with the peace that now surrounds them, laughing as the sun’s warmth caresses their skin.

But instead of living with such dreams, he is surrounded by wishes of normalcy, wishes that should’ve come true under normal circumstances. He is surrounded by the sight and scent of his beloved allies’ blood, mourning as they are taken away from him one by one, but even then, mourning is a wish much too great to be granted, for time is of the essence, and paying respect to his fallen companions have to wait until they are akin to the Earth beneath his feet. Oh, Deliverer, divine body with golden blood, must you break apart for the world to be complete? Must the sun be blotted in red to give way to the soothing blue and comforting yellow of a bright, sunny day? Does such include your eyes, your tears, Deliverer? Must they see red as well before they may see peace? It seems so. It is so.

…

“They say, if suffering has an end… Then I will be the Deliverer. If this is not the end, then I will keep walking until I witness the end of this journey, but I will never submit to this idea of fate.

Never.”

… Oh, Deliver, divine body with golden blood. May this world never again need a Deliverer. May you never be a prisoner of the flames that lit your passion any longer.