Recalling Piano Sonata No 2 In B Flat Minor

We were still free to dream,
however, a tax on any imaginative writing
that contravened the rules or regulations
for literary acceptability 
or worse
were deemed counter-revolutionary.

In Poland, the last of the hold-outs
wrote odes to Chopin
but essentially all was well ordered and
compliant to the powers that be.

Now that Chinese is a compulsory language
for third graders
many have become re-programmers
for the old and recalcitrant,
but like all wrong-headed reactionaries
the old dwindle only to fade away
in disgrace.

All the false history books
have gone out of print.
Now we study the history of 
our brave new world. It is 
always sunny here in our 
equally allotted cubicles.

Any misinformed die-hards
that wander the streets begging
us to return to the old ways
are quickly rounded up
and sent to our happy 
and well attended
correction schools.

Chopin has now 
been put on a no-fly list, but few 
have heard of his dangerous sonata 
or think of it at all anyway.
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