For the revolution, stood the party
For their ideas, faught they hardly
Blame given, blame accepted partly
Terror reigned quite darkly
They killed not one, not two but thousands
Surely not were the Rds godsends
Never did they attempt to make amends
Showed, the law the people had dents
Slowly now the building crushed, falls
Posters, booklets burn down dark halls
Dreams broke like porcelain dolls
Fresh hope like a drizzle falls
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