By Walter Jones
Lenin is our captain
Carve his name with pride
Chiselled deep into a wall
By the many who have died.
Wake up! Wake up Vlad!
You are too long dead
Your tomb is now a stock exchange
And Yeltsin is in your bed.
The wall wears your name
Graffiti shrill and clear
Only by destroying it
Bolshevik
By
Bolshevik
Will it disappear.
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