A Rising Thunder…

Nurtured in Socialist Union grew
The most noble tree of all forests
Towering majestic, above all others of the world.
The pathway to the stars where heroic Gagarin climbed,
Fashioned from working hands of Soviet toil
And Socialist hands…

Shedding bloody tears of pain and rage before
That mighty land that saved the world from savage
Barbarians of venomous murder, molded in pots
Of hate and simmered in blind greed,
The unvanquished hearts of the Soviet land
Crushed by fire, in certain death aggressive war, and
The fascist chains of bankers stolen gold…

And the children’s pearly laughter rose like symphonies
Of ringing bells of hope and friendship
Sounding through the earth in paths to world-wide peace…
For all future times between neighbors, peace, and peace forever.
The Soviet message calm and clear resounded through the world

But what corruption crept like poison through
The majestic, Soviet socialist tree of life for all?
Creeping venom with corrupting death in poisoned
Floods of rapacious despair, sapping and draining
The Soviet strength from the future of all human kind…
Bringing wild cheers of glee to the drunken carrion, who
Yellowed, sick with gold poisoned vermin
Spread their messages and iron hands of decay and death.
Like filthy minions to foreign masters they celebrate
Only with the ghouls of hell, oft hidden in priestly cowls.
The people pay, the people pay, the people pay.

But deep within the earth of Soviet land
There hidden roots, born of Socialist generations past,
Stir to life in ways blood drunk vermin cannot know,
Besotted in drunken hate of the people’ will…
Deep within that earth, new growth comes flexible, unvanquishable
And free in mighty currents, in new tides and rolling thunder
Of the future by and from the peoples needs and the people’s will.