By Any Means

With the new dawn, the promising sun, 
revolutionaries now victorious, and after
Many comrades dead, many youths spent
Finally invincible, triumphant, glorious

The masses have won, capitalists mourn
Old order’s demise, new seeds of hope sown
Winds have changed course, profiteers’ loss
System replaced, no sympathy for elitist woes

Yet the paths ahead more difficult than traversed
Organizing are old guards of private accumulators 
“We shall soon crush all & bring you back to sense”
Modern day White Armies gearing up for assaults

Traditionally privileged won’t give up hoarded lands
Elected agents lost the battles; not them an ounce
Mercenaries and private army, Swiss bank accounts
Masses a juvenile bunch got no budgetary allowance

Are revolutions half-won? Cause the war’s always on
When the privileged surrender, do they ever mourn?
Do they give up liberties for love of social equalities
Or they conspire to get back exploitative legacies?

Capitalistic morons, individualistic parasites
Liberty preachers, meritorious networking bullies
Free market advocates, tax-evading charities & those 
That hail Corporate Social Responsibilities 

High time these rowdies in executive suits 
Are paraded naked in all their nefarious roots
They shall never stop consolidating resources
And radicals never pause in organizing their comrades

As much efforts are spent on reactionary wars
And for propaganda sustaining corporate press farce
Even more so are needed to activate and underpin peace
Revolutionary goals need to be preserved, by any means!

– Saswat Pattanayak, Peoples’ Poet