|The Hand Enslaved
Author: Robinson Strazkov PM
Who can go wrong with writing for the Motherland? A narrative ballad about a Soviet author brought up in the stifling society of Marxist communism.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 141 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-08-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3081222
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There once was a Soviet man,
As red as Reds could be.
He prayed each night at Lenin's grave
Most happy to be "free".
He contented himself to write
With only the purest hand.
Always careful not to offend
Those pricks of High Command.
He assured himself all was right,
But his heart said, "Not so!"
"Words held by chains aren't truly free.
You write, but you don't know!"
The Soviet scoffed at the warning,
Entrenched too deep to see.
His mind was an Iron Curtain,
Free from all liberty.
"Away, my evil heart!" he cried,
"The bonds on my hands stay.
If a Soviet shows a hint of self,
His mind will lose the way."
So he wrote with his hands in chains,
Lauding the works of Marx.
Until the day when reason came,
The day that broke his heart.