Poem: Revolutionary

I slaughter today, that one day there may be peace,

I steal today, so that someday all may share.

I make the greatest sacrifice, I send you to your death,

I free you from oppression, put a yoke upon your neck.

You must go without today, that tomorrow there may be food,

Trust in me, I must be right, for what I want is good.

My bloody hands cannot disturb my conscience from its rest,

I must rule absolute for I know better what is best.

Today you live the nightmare, that someday may come the dream,

My promise is Utopia—my gift, the guillotine.

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