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By James Bredin Some socialist writers reveal their reasons
in their raves, Sounds like they'd send you and me to a
northern Gulag as slaves, For not obeying their socialist dictums
-- commie policies, Lenin and Stalin would understand their
communist fallacies. Sanctimonious platitudes of equality every
day, Where workers live in Soviet paradise with
little pay, Everyone equally poor like robots, all
the same, with no say, And we're told we'll love it in Pravda newspapers every day. And this same Pravda newspaper will tell
us all we need to know, What to think, what not to say, when to
come and where to go, And we'll be efficient and effective as
their statistics will show, A proud proletariat without the freedom
we now know.
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