Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Ukrainian children's song, 1931:
Father Stalin, look at this
Collective farming is just bliss
The hut's in ruins, the barn's all sagged
All the horses broken nags
And on the hut a hammer and sickle
And in the hut death and famine
No cows left, no pigs at all
Just your picture on the wall
Daddy and Mommy are in the kulkhoz
The poor child cries as alones he goes
There's no bread and there's no fat
The party's ended all of that
Seek not the gentle nor the mild
A father's eaten his own child
The party man he beats and stamps
And sends us to Siberian camps
As quoted in Bloodlands, by Timothy Snyder
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