Communist Tomorrow
Authorities strangle the electronic throats
That allow people to expose evil
To the rooms that span the entire world.
Few light bearers dare brave the storm
And the thunder that would lash them
If they stepped out and screamed at the top of their lungs.
A haven of books sits on a side street.
The humble cultivator of free-thinking literature
Eyes the street beyond with a looming glare
And hollow inevitability.
Soon the law will come and ransack the shelves,
Burning thought and independence at the dream furnace.
But the office men say not everyone suffers!
It is only the anarchists and the thugs and the hoodlums.
They are the ones who have to worry, and no one else.
So subscribers to this fallacy form lines
And carry the Five-starred Red Flag, ironically calling
Arise, ye who refuse to be slaves!
Distant watchers observe the lunacy from home,
Giving derisive snorts or double-tapping pictures.
Then the media forgets the madness
And the people follow.
Plague eats society while democracy’s death rattle
Rings out from the Fragrant Harbour.
