12 Days of the Revolution, skipping to the last verse:
On the twelfth day of the revolution my comrade gave to me --
Twelve factions splintering
Eleven farmers starving
Ten warheads pointing
Nine fields a-fallow
Eight communes failing
seven sacks of old grain
Six years in prison
One Five-Year Plan
four World Congresses
Three armed invasions
two mad mensheviki
and a centrally planned economy.
from Lauri the Chica.
