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

Wings of an angel torn in flight

Check it - verify it

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.