The communists are the worst fellows,
The most third-class men,
The blind supporter of the communist party
And with loyalties and obligations
To party offices they belong to.
To talk with them is to feel the division
Between the haves and the have-nots,
I mean the contractors of human society
Which they have taken it,
To divide society ad to rule
Is their hidden purpose.
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I would like to translate this poem
and they're not even honest