If they wish to strike, They will face their plight: Workers fired Until starvation admired; Ration cards ceased Until everyone pleads, “The regime's way is right — It's our only light.” A contract will be signed With all who are aligned: A half-pound of bread And a job in which you dread. Working for the regime Will be considered pristine. But if you decide to breach, Your execution will be reached.
From the Book
FIRESTORM, When History is Erased