Art And Song And Stalingrad (Feliatric Child Chasers) - Poem by jordan richards
If you were to say
I think I'll sketch a tree
In the bright light of day
Would it not be wrong of me
To utter my reply
Draw the branches brittle
And my heart will surely die
If in the key of E you do savor your fiddle
I'll be no more; I'll whither and I'll die.
And would I really be more righteous
More honorable than Stalin?
Who, with hate condemned the arts and with passion sought to fight us?
Has our Amendment of First Rights decided to throw the towel in?
Censorship's to say are we communist? are we fascist?
No! Just burn the books and bleep the words!
Terrible 'twould be for our cit'zens to rem'nisce
Free song is not for men it's owed only to the birds!
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