Comrade/ Cadre/Communist Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Comrade, where were you born, sir,
May I know it?
“You won’t, won’t,
I was born in
The land of Lenin, Stalin and Mao”

“Marx just like the father figure
Gave me birth,
Lenin and Stalin taught me,
Made me grow up.”

What do you do, sir?
“I do communism, communism,
Communism my life and philosophy,
I am a communist.”

“A sepoy of communism,
Can die for the party,
Live fro it,
How to spread the revolution? ”

What is your philosophy of life?
“Communism my philosophy,
Thought and thinking,
Das Kapitol the Bible for me.”

“I seeing Marx in it all,
History, economics, polity,
Art and culture
And I myself also a Marxist.”

“Society in terms of a clash
Between the haves and the have-nots,
The rich and the poor,
The proletarians and the propertied.”

Sir, you are giving slogans,
Connecting with man to man link,
Readying for rallies
And working at the grassroots level.

“Yes, I am a communist,
To stand by in bad days of man,
My job,
To help the common men.”

O, I understood, understood you, sir,
You stand by in birth and death
As for to oblige people,
As for to convert them into loyal comrades!

Got at, got your policies,
Your politics at the village level your grassroots politics
For giving a base to it,
Hence, you moving from one village to another.

Your detectives at large, all around, finding out
The non-communists,
Who the rightists, the foes of the leftists,
I mean those of the right-wing ideology?

At the birth-time, stand you by the common man,
By the death-time to help and oblige the family,
Even during illness,
Communists are there to help.

“Where does power come from,
Do you know it? ”
From where, sir?
“Power springs from the barrel of the gun.”

“Long, long live the revolution!
Down, down with capitalism! ”
What are you doing, sir?
“It is just a show of power. You won’t understand.”

Why do you do, sir,
As they are also men?
“You will not understand power politics, power game,
Our man power, muscle power, fire power,
The fire arms can silence it all movements.”

The politics at the grassroots level give organizational strength,
Man to man chain,
The rallies power rallies,
Muscle power, man power.”

Where do you live?
“I live in the Party Office.”
Who you are?
“I am but a Party man, a political party man.”

“Did you get at,
I am a communist party man? ”
What’s the name of the office?
“The Comrade Villa.”

What do you eat?
“I eat red boiled rice,
Rice and meat
Or fish and eggs.”

What newspaper do you read?
“I read the People’s Paper
Written by the comrades and cadres
For the comrades and cadres.”

What is your theory, sir?
“A government of the common people, by the people and for the people,
Of the comrades, by the comrades and for the comrades,
The proletarians the heroes and heroines.”

Yes, sir, yeas, sir, I mean,
Communism is a heaven for the comrades and cadres
And they suspecting the non-communists
And wreaking havoc, torturing and heckling.

I can understand, as a diehard, hardcore communist, you can make
Anyone commit suicide,
Torture mentally and intellectually,
Curtailing feathers, censuring freedom.

You are a man of your gang and group,
Always trying to establish supremacy,
Subjugating man,
Bringing under suzerainty.

I can understand it, understand it,
For your communism,
Man can go to any level,
Bringing hell over.

You see society in terms of class struggle,
Power tussle
Rather than bringing a conciliation,
Adopting the policy of divide and rule.

Your men stationed everywhere,
The areas in the charge of
Comrades and cadres
As leaders.

Without his permission, nothing can be done,
Without his prior information and knowledge,
People will boycott,
Living unattended.

Dividing brother from brother,
Husband from wife
And to twist and turn the case,
The tactics of the communist.

The leader a superman,
Speak not against him
Otherwise the tongue will be cut,
The voice snatched from.

The vehemence of a communist government
None but the people themselves know it
How difficult is it to feel the pains of life and to live,
How distraught and devastated!

The brains lie they communized,
Addicted,
Without the hearts,
Sympathies and affections.

Actually, power remains into the hands of the intellectuals,
The mother organizations,
Every small and big office with the union
With secretaries and presidents and treasurers.

The local and zonal committees in the areas
Under the district committee
And that under the state level committee
To politburo members.

To grab power through an overthrow of power,
To censure the press,
To scuttle public freedom,
Their hidden strategy and agenda.


To identify the non-communists
Their espionage department work,
To fight battles for capturing
To keep the areas in command.

To crush the democratic movements,
To mutilate history,
To misinterpret otherwise
The job of the communists.

The communists understand nothing
Marx and Marxism, Lenin and Leninism, Mao and Maoism,
As they are the blind people,
The addicted people.

Their brains can take nothing
But Marxism,
Nothing but Marxist ideology,
A study in class struggle.

They are the very shrewd people
As sly as foxes,
As ferocious as tigers,
Bloody and bestial.

They can work as disguisers,
Friends, philosophers and guides,
Doctors, judges, sepoys, robbers,
Fighters, pleaders and clerks.

They understand nothing but unions and unionism,
Secretaries, presidents and treasurers of their associations
Merging with the district and state level associations
Which finally aligning with the mother organization.

The communists are the very dangerous people,
They know nothing but power,
How to keep power desperately,
Using powers, man power, muscle power and fire power.

To do the friction, to create the fissure in society
Between the rich and the poor
The hidden job and agenda of the communists,
An unseen divide and rule policy.