Bertolt Brecht

(10 February 1898 – 14 August 1956 / Augsburg)

The Solution


After the uprising of the 17th June
The Secretary of the Writers Union
Had leaflets distributed in the Stalinallee
Stating that the people
Had forfeited the confidence of the government
And could win it back only
By redoubled efforts. Would it not be easier
In that case for the government
To dissolve the people
And elect another?

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Andrew Hoellering (12/3/2009 11:59:00 PM)

    This proves that Brecht could on occasion be critical of Communism, while remaining a Communist all his latter life.
    All his poems, not unsurprisingly, read far better in the original German. (Report) Reply

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