Communism is a paradise
For comrades and cadres,
Not the common men,
But the cadres and comrades,
Comrades gone berserk,
On a rampage
With arms and lathis
And pistols
To threat and patrol the areas
To keep in control,
All but pistolmen, riflemen, lathimen,
Conspiracies hatched in party offices
Whose house to be looted
And seized during the night time,
Whose activity to be kept under purview,
Tapping speeches and talks
To be relayed to
And to be called
To be threatened or beaten
In the offices
Or the kangaroo courts.
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