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Comrades!, not one you deserve the breath

in your lungs---you who sent a dog to death;

knowing the awful price that she would pay

("Well, after all, just some poor Moscow stray"

that soothed your conscious for the hard demise

by which she served the Workers' Paradise).

But Comrade Lenin taught the rule so well:

your work, in that vast land of cold, steel gray

must be the purpose of your life, the goal---

despite all else---that must became your sole

reason to live.  Lenin, who roasts in hell,

whose carcass draws crowds to Red Square's display,

taught you---no one is not expendable;

not in this nation where, by policy,

poets may be shot if their poetry

questions the Marxist singularity . . .

Starward