Machine gun tongues,
fire automatic practiced rounds,
of sheepskin propaganda.
A ecstatic Marx laughter,
rings on Cuban coasts,
U.S.A sullied dreams.
From sea to shining sea,
A Red Army March,
defeat lined homeless centers.
'Fight the power man',
maybe you'll win,
Reich mindset,
wolves in man's clothing.
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