It started with a man and his dream,
Words on a page,
Theories that seem to gleam,
Within the workers book.
Lenin and the Bolsheviks,
The hammer and the sickle,
The end of the Tsar soon to be,
Yet the Tsar so fickle.
From the train in St Petersburg,
Steps a man,
That day in St Petersburg,
Lenin and his words.
From the West they marched,
Through snow and rain,
With rage and anger,
While the people suffered in pain.
Fury swept the land,
And men marched over the bones of Mother Russia,
With power in hand,
Equality and revenge in mind.
As the nation cried out in vain,
And with Russia in his hand,
The workers and the industry came to be,
And Lenin marched all across the land.
(I know this is very rough, I simply uploaded it because I was asked to produce some work on the sight. (This will probably be removed when some more preferable work has been produced.) I would like to point out, that I am not communist. I simply felt that Lenin deserved more attention for the great achievement he made in Russia. Furthermore, I do not consider this historically factual; simply an emotional account.)