The Last Laugh Of Communism/ The Communists Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

They are the most dangerous people, always politicking, always fiddling with,
The men of fire and ice,
I mean the politicos, those who call themselves leftists,
Walking on the left edge, on the left side of the ways, The Communists
Always finding faults with, commenting and criticizing,
Hatching a plan, plotting for a coup d ‘etat,
The overthrow of power, the establishment.

The communists, always in the hunt, look out for power, trying to seize and capture
Somehow as they the tiger cubs, the men of anger and blood,
The angry young men or the Turks,
To grab power or to keep it with is their motto
And without it they cannot.

Form they a commune, a chain, a link and a group,
Live they in the Party Office, sleep they in, dream they in,
The Party Office, the party men
And without the party they cannot eke out a living,
Party, party, party and politics and power,
Maddening.

They are the dedicated and the devoted men,
Can go to every extent,
To every level for the overthrow of power,
The communistic revolution,
As they believing in using firearms
As for suppressing democratic movements.

They tone down the voice, throttle and suppress it brutally,
Muffling it for ever,
They can censure the press and can ban it
The freedom of speech and expression,
As one party, one leader, one ideology their ideal.

As for stooping to conquer, they can do it all,
Breaking every line to mix up with all,
Distributing leaflets, giving the areas
In the command of the young men,
Styling them as commanders or representatives.

They do politics from the grassroots level,
Training the students from the school level,
Filling the head or stuffing with Marx, Lenin and Mao
And their materialism, dividing society between
The haves and the have-nots, the rich and the poor, the capitalists and the labourers,
The proletarians and the well-to-do, the downtrodden and the wealthy.

In communism, the bourgeoisie actually keep the power with,
The clerks and the peons as legislators
Making a fool of bureaucracy and red tapism,
Babu sahebgiri,
The White European sahibs not, the brown sahibs in chair,
Going after prestige,
His jobs he will not like to do himself, not even a glass of water.

Those who call themselves the communists are very shrewd people,
The power-hungry people,
As the hunger for power can take them to every level,
As they like not to compromise with
Their ideology, the hardcore communists,
Rebels and revolutionaries.

They do a very nasty politics as for to nab power, grab and handle it,
Making the plans secretly as to blackmail you
Or to get you eliminated,
They rejoice when a non-communist dies
Or hear they about the death-news of his in the locality,
They can heckle and harass you, keep you in mental pressure,
Torture and sideline.

Their neglect and sidetracking will be as thus that you will fail to bear with
Inflicted upon so inhumanly,
The illiterates, fools and rustics will be your bosses,
Those who do not know how to talk, how to behave,
How to put their signature,
But no harm see I them in learning to write,
But to implicate it all not good.

Communism is a government or organization of comrades and cadres,
Comrades turned cadres, devoted and dedicated comrades
Turning into regimented cadres, inducted in and registered,
Giving levies to the party, a percentage of whatever they earn it
Annually or half-yearly,
I mean the Reds,
The Red rebels and revolutionaries
Crushing democratic movements.

The communists are the very complex people, shrewd and mean, trying to keep power
With them, plotting and planning for overthrows,
Toning down the freedom of speech and expression,
Censuring the press and people’s rights,
The comrades gone berserk, on a rampage, vandalizing all.