Give me Give me

I go to work and break my neck

While you collect a wellfair check

When we grow up some learn to work

Some only learn to be a jerk

Give me Give me is there cry

If they work they might just die

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In some ways, this poem

In some ways, this poem reminds me (in general, but not in specific details) of the Russian aristocracy's---and imperial bureaucracy's---response to the Revolution of 1905, which was peaceful, Christian, and understated until met with intolerance, inclement hostility, and physical violence.  The Russian workers and peasants wanted to share in the wealth---not to strut up and down the streets of Moscow and Saint Petersburg, but to find an additional means to survive the horrid conditions in which they lived and labored.  Rejected by the unreasonable and selfish bureaucracy, they turned, instead, to the Bolshevik party which brought that failed and vengeful lawyer, Lenin, to the pinnacle of murderous power, and, later, allowed his even more murderous henchman Stalin to plunge the Soviet Union into a bloodbath that lasted well into the thirties and early forties.  When society, overall, meets its neediest members with a cavalier lack of sympathy, accusing them of being Takers with nothing to give back, they will choose a vanguard leadership that prefers bloodshed to negotiation.  You might consult Herman Meville's poem, "The Martyr" on the assassination of Abraham Lincoln:  "Beware the People weeping / when they bare the iron hand."


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