This is another poem from my Echoes of Dawn at Dusk: Collected Poems (Volume 2) collection (c) 2021. I am disturbed by the rebranding and repackaging of the same old, failed, destructive ideas (Marxism) as shiny, new objects of veneration for a different set of uninformed pawns in the same old chessboard. Distributive justice, "American Socialism", identity politics, stifling of dissent, revisionist histories, banning of ideas/books/people and the polarization of the masses by race rather than by economic class or status (this go-round) to avoid giving away the same rotten foundation behind the shiny facade. A revolution is taking place reimagining Marxism "for a new century" but using the same exact playbook and leading us to the identical ruination that the original version wrought on every country that imposed it through the business end of a gun. Bad ideas will always flourish when planted in the fatuous, the uninformed, the hate-filled (and the love-filled who confuse the hatred of those they follow for self-righteous indignation). So it begins again and will end again in ruin, only to be reborn like a zombie phoenix yet again in the next generation, rebranded, repackaged and resold as the same malodorous steaming pile of dung it is to a growing market eager to ingest it for fear of being seen as lacking a sophisticated palate. Bad ideas never die. They rise from the ashes of the fools that died from espousing them to infect a new generation of fatuous zombies pumping fists in the air while marching down the road to perdition.