So it comes to pass
of that they see as power
muzhiks not far from Bolsheviks
all enslaved in the bubbling simmering lava
of the befuddled proletariats
and of them
who stormed Nicholas' winter palace
and in murderous rage
annihilated red blood they painted blue
does power begets condemnation
to find solace in bloodlust
and in time
did the fathers find freedom for their children
as Stalin littered lives in millions
do Dictators  vacate palaces to join the simples
in shacks and bricks and gulags
and did the bellowing masses herded in left
find right in righteous neon light
why sing Democracy in forked tongues
and use the blood of others
to congeal the lies and deceit of the naked greed
of the greedy usurpers
who craves power to mask their dressed in finery greed
while underneath the silken Chinese rug
the stench of thieves and corruption reeks
while
peoples power always lacks the sense of smell
the momentum continues.....