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 of mystery My writing is an iron fist In a glove full of Vaseline But dip the fuse in the kerosene I too become a dissident Courting disaster we ran in the night Wings of an angel were 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