I acknowledge that this poem is in bad taste.
A useful truth when they said work will make one
Free. The claim's a lie at root, of course. The wage
Slave isn't truly free, as capital controls her life,
And threats of unemployment keep her sorry soul
In shackles. Still, the work itself can liberate
A beaten revolutionary, raise the spirits of the drudge
Who's plowed and planted all his life, and, for
Someone whose heart has broken, work distracts.
The hours fly, and duty splints that shattered organ.
Now, I work. I've been set free. The Nazis said
I'd be.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-08-22 at 02:02
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Arbeit Macht Frei
The Nazis, who were best at lies, once codifiedA useful truth when they said work will make one
Free. The claim's a lie at root, of course. The wage
Slave isn't truly free, as capital controls her life,
And threats of unemployment keep her sorry soul
In shackles. Still, the work itself can liberate
A beaten revolutionary, raise the spirits of the drudge
Who's plowed and planted all his life, and, for
Someone whose heart has broken, work distracts.
The hours fly, and duty splints that shattered organ.
Now, I work. I've been set free. The Nazis said
I'd be.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 133 times
Written on 2019-08-22 at 02:02
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