There’s a little red pin, stuck in your hat
A hammer and sickle, catch light and flash

So I can’t help but notice, the diminutive thing
You might wear to display that you’re on the left wing

        But lenin wasn’t exactly a lover of freedom

        And Stalin wasn’t great to the poor

        The third international was not the third reich

        For that Hitler’d have to have killed millions more

        And kulaks lie buried, down in the mass graves

        Killed by a famine, made by a man

        Who thought grain would serve better, outside the ukraine

        Five million starve for a new five-year plan

There’s a lot of ideas from the last century

That made sense at the time, but it seems to me

Solidarity for workers may seem a bit dated

If all the jobs that they work become automated

The unions sold out their more radical kin

To get better treatment from the boss man

They need permission to strike, and on a timeline
        They make sure their employers approve of the plan

This is not to say we must live without cause or hope

Boil our brains, with entertainment and dope

Living our lives by the legends of yore
        Escaping the reality our brains evolved for

We can plan, and can learn, from our compounded skill

If we can imagine a future worth living, we will

Rise to the occasion, and keep up the fight

Against our own bias, to figure what’s right

Or if we don’t, we’ll allow our paranoia to win

And squander our limited time

What are you hiding, what is your game?

Brain surrendered, in whole, to make space for the groupmind

Well I for one, must wholeheartedly doubt

That humans already figured politics out

In a way that can be summarized in a few books or tracts

I think living a good life entails constant search for the facts

        Which I know is a bit of a lecture, I’m sorry about that

        It’s just that I had to comment in the pin in your hat

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