Lotsov part II(mogul dreamer)

Lotsov II(as Robert requested)
Their blue uniforms were alittle rough and dirty
They held the crowds back from the stage

The splendid speech the loyal had anticipated
Was now opening like an orchard across a dimlit platform
He spoke of the key to life, what held us down
The glorious maintenance, the grand works toward flourishing

Spies sneaked in to hear his wonder-posture verbalized
The cackled inside their jackets knowing it blasphemy
toward their wealthy despotic masters
Who salivated over of low minimum wages and ghettos

Lotsov recognised one of the spies
His words began to hail down now
Huskiness and anger hit the crowd
Layer upon layer of descriptions
Of how the elite raped poor communities
Explicit he shaped injustice with his words

He sent out predatory birds in the form of rhetoric
The two spies felt less confident now and looked for easy exits
The was no escaping the crowd
The more they struggled to get out
the heavier the crowd seemed to consolidate itself

Lotsov´s tone came long and slow like an aeroplanes motor
rushing toward the earth then veering back up into the sky
His words found exact ears and fed them until they were satisfied
The spies were frantically shouldering to exit
Lotsov´s words turned the crowd towards them
As if Lotsov could identify each member of the audience

The spies felt the crowds eyes
Then their mechanical grip
Then their outraged fists
Lastly their old rough boots

Dragged out from the hall
Lifeless
Lotsov ordered they be buried with
the assasin and mad dog
In a local mogul´s backyard
A mogul that shutdown a soup kitchen
and sanctioned the spies.

The elite would be cursed
The midwives who buried the dead
enchanted the earth with certain spells
Lotsov entered the mogul´s house
The terrified Mogul presented his gun
Threatening Lotsov screaming with a shaky voice
The mogul pressed the trigger
The blast rang out yet Lotsov stood there

It was not lotsov´s body but his dawn dream form
The midwives had called it so
The mogul began to choke in shock
Lotsov´s form had implied hunger into the man
The man who had lived in luxury since childhood
The man who imposed pain to line his pockets

Lotsov showed him bit by bit every ill the ghetto had
Until the mogul had soiled himself, vomited and scratched
himself till bleeeding
Lotsov warned the rich mogul-"You will improve the slums!"
Though the shock had killed the mogul
Lotsov disappeared

The mogul simply looked at himself on the floor
And wandered what the afterlife would be like.