The Super Comrade

B Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey
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Mr.Communist as the super man, the super brain Working for the spread of communism, I mean the Marxist ideology Reading the People’s Power newspaper, Asking it distribute and subscribe to, A spokesman Of the comrades and cadres, Waging a war against the rightists, Doing the propaganda. A party office full-timer, he is a party man, Eating, sleeping sand living And dreaming in the party office With the party men. The Communist Manifesto as the Bible of his And he reading it daily and deriving from In art, culture, philosophy, politics, history and sociology, Modelling as per his theory. To crush the democratic movements, to censure the press, To curtail the freedom of speech and expression, The first thing to be targeted, To put an end to in a bloody way. All his personal talks, beliefs, views and friendships, Speeches, lectures, writings Smack of Marx, Marx, Marxism, Lenin, Lenin, Leninism, Stalin, Stalin, Stalinism, Mao, Mao, Maoism. Marx, Lenin, Stalin and Mao, He cannot go beyond this, They all seated within And suppose he is a Ram-bhakta hanuman And is asked to show his heart tearing, Ram and Sita not, Marx, Lenin, Stalin and Mao will come out. To bifurcate society the hidden agenda and strategy of his, The first job and priority of his, To divide and rule, Sow the seeds of animosity and poison By terming them the haves and the have-nots, The bourgeois and the proletarians, The capitalists and labourers, The rich and the poor, The well-up-in and the downtrodden, The exploiters and the exploited. They see everything in terms of party and politics, Upkeeping of power As are power-handlers, Regimenting and recruiting cadres From the comrades, Asked to stand by the people and to get them obliged By being with during birth and death. Political science, history, philosophy, sociology, Economics, literature, They see it all with the Marxist views And Marx and Marxism is in all, Whatever read you, To communize the brain their hidden job. Real power is into the hands of the unionists And the mother organization looking after, nurturing them, The secretaries more powerful And powered with committees, The executive can do nothing, Everything has to come through The committee and its recommendations. To flex the muscle, hold power rallies, Arrange for it in each and every locality And to keep a watch on the participation or representation From each and every house Their man-to-man news collected and gathered To be discussed in the local party office.

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