The Gulag Archipelago

Perpetrators crowned And control given By grace of orders survive By the orders die The persecutors had in time Made us all give in Defiled and made us lie No refuge. No shrines Grit is death Life is Life is throwaway Decay Degraded, distorted and flayed To a pawn for the power play The camps are but a chain of distress Secluded, it's either ache or repress Not by mistake but by design There is no life, survive or die A single death is a tragedy; a million a statistic We're suffering a travesty, directed by sadistic Executioners and slayers, we're numbers to them Death solves all problems – no man, no problem