Some decades have passed

Since the forges turned fickle,

But rusty remnants

Of the hammer and sickle,

Made fossils on stock  

In a fast rate so mickle.

Creatures born blissful,

Mistaking wisdom with age;

When forcing the change,

They manifest fear with rage;

Naive and careless,

With remnants as slaves engage.

Among, rebels rose,

The fossils' offsprings, to save

From remnants' control

So no newborns to enslave.

But futile voices

Are forced on new paths to pave.

With time, on this land,

Each one fossil and remnant,

Will meet on their death.

Meanwhile every descendant,

On for better wealth

Struggle outside in present.