The Change

Down with Marx Down with Lenin They cried, in the streets Spilling dark ambrosia Of hatred all along their march One has a piece of leg One has the hand with The fingers pointing to the sky No more terrorizing No more hunger They cried, in the streets Like a bunch of warriors From common homes where Hearths burn from borrowed rice Down with Marx Down with Lenin There is no stoppage The shops have to be shut Whether you like or not The trains have to be cancelled Much to the agony of passengers The procession must go on It promises a new era Of justice, tolerance and brotherhood Tyres must be burnt on the roads To block the traffics There is nothing wrong The inconvenience is short lived. Down with Marx Down with Lenin