Heretic
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In Stalin's Russia, a geneticist name Lysenko believed that you can acquire characteristics in your lifetime, and those would be passed on to your kids. Stalin liked his ideas, and dissenters from those ideas were punished. I'm not sure why the idea of environmental influences being passed down would resonate with Marxist ideology. There are several theories you can find with a Google search.
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Giordano Bruno looked up at night
Suggested stars were suns, not just points of light
Planets might circle those many suns
They might even have life, we might not be the only ones
The Church called his words a crime, not just a mistake
For this heresy, they burned him at the stake.
If your ideas undermine the narrative, you're a threat
And in medieval times, that was a bad bet.
[chorus]
If you're not a heretic on something, maybe you should be
To keep the dogma honest, new ideas are the key.
But telling the truth can make you pay a price
Check the terrain, should you refrain? it's hard to give advice.
In Stalin's Russia, random terror was always feared.
Even geneticists were put in gulags, or just disappeared.
Genetics meant your kids didn't inherit the new you.
And changes to socialist man were every generation's due
In 2014, USA, Brendan Eich went out of line
For opposing gay marriage, he had to resign
Not a church, but his employees made him depart
Though Dating apps like OKCupid also played a part.
[chorus]
If you're not a heretic on something, maybe you should be
To keep the dogma honest, contrariness is the key.
But telling the truth can make you pay a price
Check the terrain, should you refrain? it's hard to give advice.
In 2024, Efraim Haim revealed his hospital flaw
They were transitioning teens, against Texas law
Puberty blockers, hormones, on an 11-year-old
Now he's indicted, the feds won't release their hold
The old times, regressive, superstitious night
Now we're so progressive and we see the light
We're so tolerant, we don't settle the score
Scratch that, we're the same people as of yore.
And the waves of old keep beating at the shore.
Copyright © Gideon Oknin | Year Posted 2024
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