A Critique of Communism
Your work is stolen.
Your voice is stolen.
Your freedom is stolen.

All so you can eat a piddle of bread
And drink some filthy water.
The government shingles your roof
So after three years of its leaking
Someone comes, and tacks a nail with hammer.
Or, you do it yourself.
But, hide it! Hide your self-reliance!

Burn communism to the ground
Peoples of communist nations.
Take up your guns,
And kill them.
Spill their acrid blood into the sand.
Kill their children.
Kill their elderly.
Do to them what they did to you.