The communists are the most critical fellows,
Not at all the simple fellows,
But the most critical ones.
To divide and rule their policy,
All the time in a search
For setting the things on fire.
Their unionism is but a type of gangsterism
As for keeping the things
Under collective pressure.
A company with the communists changes
One's thought, action, behaviour, manner,
Speech and expression.
They fill the heads with Marx, Lenin, Stalin and Mao,
Revolts, rebellions and revolutions
And bloody overthrows of power.
And as thus one loses one's temper and turns
Into a hothead,
Making fiery speeches.
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