Communism my dear

You sit there in your chair

You steal what is not yours.

You take the world from those who trust you

And it is no more than a chore.

Yet you sit there on your chair

Dining, chatting, laughing

You say you care for the nation

But all you care for is yourself

You send us out into your wars

That is nothing more than to settle scores

You let men go into battle

When we were at the lowest

Claiming that it was for a good reason

You stare us in the face

And say that we are the bravest

You tell us that if we are to return, we will be rewarded

Rewarded with honor, rewarded with riches

But that is if we are to return

You send us to die for your own battles

While our families begin to unravel

Yet you sit there on your chair, in your warm, comfortable chair

And do nothing more than stare

And pretend to care

As you sit there in your chair