Not What Was Meant

 When the Academy of Arts demanded freedom
Of artistic expression from narrow-minded bureaucrats
There was a howl and a clamour in its immediate vicinity
But roaring above everything
Came a deafening thunder of applause
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 follows Hard on the Judas kiss for the workers.
The arsonist with his bottle of petrol Sneaks up grinning to The Academy of Arts.
But it was not to embrace him, just To knock the bottle out of his dirty hand that We asked for elbow room.
Even the narrowest minds In which peace is harboured Are more welcome to the arts than the art lover Who is also a lover of the art of war.

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