When the CPI(M) was in power,
It called not man
And the leader was
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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