Poetry Corner: “oh the good old days when the Berlin Wall was up”

Oh the Good Old Days When the Berlin Wall Was Up

Being a party member is a responsibility
to serve the proletarians with our utmost ability
so to say we obtain the privileges of an aristocratic nobility
is indicative of sheer and scheming lack of capitalist civility

We serve our might land and people
merely a gunshot away from the Kremlin steeple
we labour all day and night in offices located anywhere from Georgia
the wonderful land of Comrade Stalin
to a cold little town like Aldin

Just because we have a five room flat off the square
shows how much for the people do we care
why then your sarcastic stare ?

My Zil with a chauffeur
is provided I’m no loafer
after all transportation is needed to make appointments with Iraqi Foreign Minister Soffer

I am nothing but a hard-working man
so why the snarky comments about my Black Sea summer tan
and that expensive Swiss fan?

My suits from France
well they are needed for on occasional diplomatic prance
not for my own personal prestige to enhance

Being so busy it is imperative we have our own stores
not because of corrupt mores
that you dare suggest make us rotten to the core

We are still members of a proletarian kind
and your unfounded accusations are but a figment of a duped mind
to brazenly suggest to bourgeoisie lifestyles we have fell
I respectfully say you can go to hell

Ask any of our folk
suggest to them we have unwarranted privileges and they’ll take it as an ill joke
and perhaps to you deliver a warning poke
we are no different than them
our happy and content citizens would heartily agree
if not do you think I’d expel them to a cold Siberian degree?

It’s this Solzhenitsyn chap who has caused most of this flap
with his groundless crap
but our censors to his knuckles gave a good rap
so he was exiled from our map

Every citizen is free like me
oh why can’t you see through all this propaganda of the CIA
and for once agree with me
all we do is administer
and if the skilled like me can become a Politburo minister
what the hell is so sinister?

Robert K. Stephen