When the CPI(M) was in power,
It called not man
A man
And the leader was
Yes, Boss,
My Boss, your Boss,
Lapsing in proletariat dictatorship
And bourgeois hegemony.
To plot and plan,
To come out with a hidden strategy and agenda
To point out the non-communists
And to thrash them
Was their job.
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