A poem by Rose2798 about forced art.
The whips smack
The artist whimpers
She mutters out previous art
The enforcers take it greedily
They whip her again
Her artwork is now forced
They take the forced work with unhappy faces
They whip her harder
The work is even worse
They whip her multiple times
Even Harder
They take the terrible work
And stop whipping
The artwork is coming from the soul
They still take it
But it’s better than whipping
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