The CPI(M) is a party of
Ruthless and bloody
Comrades and cadres
Who know no laws,
No rules and regulations,
To disobey, break the rules,
Their strategy
Handing the power over
To the common people
And by siding the good, noble and cultured.
The comrades and cadres are like bloody wolves,
The party-men, the muscle-men
They chalk out the plans
In local and zonal party offices
As how to loot the houses
Of the rightists at night
In the villages.
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