A Politburo Member Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

He speaks, behaves and delivers the talk in such a way
That you won’t believe it
That he is a man speaking to a man,
A gift of the gab,
The pride of his,
Just the rhetoric to click.

A thinktank of applied Marxism,
An ideologue,
A negativist is he,
A criticizer and commentator of all,
Cannot see good in it all,
To turn and twist and to present
His technique.

A master planner, a mastermind of all,
He is a strategist,
A master man of conspiracies and lies,
Even if the things have happened
Or taken place,
He will say that he is not in the know of,
To grab power his hidden agenda.

To upgrade the orderlies and the blind supporters,
Dedicated and devoted comrades,
Picked as cadres and regimented
The strength of his,
What the common leaders at the grassroots say they,
The same will the politburo members say about.

When his government suppresses people’s rights,
He will not say anything about,
But when a democratic government commits an error,
He will shed the crocodile’s tears,
An ismic fellow
He was born in ism
And he will die in ism too.