Not What Was Meant
When the Academy of Arts demanded
Of artistic expression from narrow-minded
There was a howl and a clamour in its immediate
But roaring above
Came a deafening thunder of
From beyond the Sector boundary.
Freedom! it roared.
Freedom for the artists!
Freedom all round!
Freedom for all!
Freedom for the exploiters!
Freedom for the warmongers!
Freedom for the Ruhr cartels!
Freedom for Hitler's generals!
Softly, my dear fellows…The Judas kiss for the artists
Hard on the Judas kiss for the workers.
The arsonist with his bottle of
Sneaks up grinning
The Academy of Arts.
But it was not to embrace him,
To knock the bottle out of his dirty hand
We asked for elbow room.
Even the narrowest
In which peace is
Are more welcome to the arts than the art
Who is also a lover of the art of war.
Bertolt Brecht
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ST HE LY It is considered low to talk about food
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