Dissidents

One more young writer slid away in the night Over the border he will drown in light Hold it wait a minute I can't read my writing, my own writing! Like tiny insects in the palm of history A domino effect in a cloud ofmystery My writing is an iron fist In a glove full of vaseline Dip the fuse in the kerosene I too become a dissident Courting disaster we ran in the night Check it verify it Wings of an angel torn in flight It's all here in writing, down in writing! At the hands of the press And in the eyes of the government I fell from grace I too became a dissident Like tiny insects in the palm of history A domino effect and an early end to this story My writing is an iron fist in a glove full of vaseline But dip the fuse in the kerosene I too become a dissident.