To the Ramparts!

Vladimir Ilyich, lynx-eyed, fisted like a kulak,

Enters his sealed train,

Panting for breath and for purifying mankind,

Scribbles his April theses, takes Krupskaya’s hand –

‘To the Finland Station!’

Welcomed by blood-red flags and the sound of the Marseillaise.

‘All Power to the Soviets!’

 

Anthony Arthurovich, doyen of the Homintern,

Copies some fresh secrets,

Clears his noble throat, and calls a cab.

Watch Tony fight for the proles, and storm the ramparts!

‘To King’s Cross Station!’

To lunch with the Queen, and later on some agreeable

Cocktails at the Courtauld.

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