the sickle, hammer and my aged comrade

We know why you're here,
For fighting with some Marx,
Some Lenin or Mao,
With the wretched of the earth,
Against the demons of this heaven,
Against the gods of this hell.

You, who had once used,
The telescopes of time,
To find yourself with us,
You failed!
To reap from the plants you saw through it,
For the grounds have long refused the seeds.
The hammer has failed to force the seeds in.
You come wherefrom, and to reap what,
from your illusory tree.
You get nothing,
But dying seeds,
And we behold the telescope,decades old,
The sickle and the hammer.

The grills of dogmas have us jailed,
Several cling to it,
Several have climbed to heights,
With their help,
Are on the other sides now.

Look outside,
Into the fertile lands,
Telescopes are banned & ridiculed,
But sold in the darkness,
Of the big brothels,
Wrapped in the red towel,
Having paintings of what we behold.