A politburo member
Behaves he like a dictator
In making,
An autocrat,
Let him take the reins from,
Sit on chair,
The chameleon witll show the colour.
To crush down democratic movements
Will be the chief priority of his,
To trample down beneath,
To rear politics from the grassroots level,
Doing it all in communistic camaraderie and bonhomie,
Tring to oblige people
Eating, drinking, sleeping and living together with,
Standing by in the times of hardship and sorrow,
A strategy to win over,
Giving cigars and beedis to the villagers
To make friends with.
Seeing colour in all,
Whether a Red or not,
Marking it,
The spies fit for it to detect and defect,
Himself a Hitler or Mussolini
Criticizing them.
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