The Season of Stalinism – A Song

It was the best of comradeship,
it was the worst of purges,
it was the age of glorious five-year plans,
it was the age of mysteriously vanishing neighbors,
it was the epoch of unwavering devotion,
it was the epoch of whispering doubts,
it was the season of production quotas,
it was the season of ration coupons,
it was the spring of Trotsky,
it was the winter of Stalin,
we had everything permitted by the State,
we had nothing not confiscated by the State,
we were all marching toward the utopia of Communism,
we were all relocated to Siberia for questioning that utopia.
Across all oblasts, it was clearer than the Party handbook
to the custodians of beet and bread,
that history was following the party line

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