lessness

In the mid eighties, before the socialist utopia colapsed along with the wall, my comunist uncle who was really into it back then, being afiliated with the brazilian comunist party and had travelling to Cuba twice, showed me this Mayakovsky poem that is really beautiful. i was planning to put it as my signature but i couldnt find it anywhere on the web and also i dont remember the exact words.

Its something like this:

...one day they'll kill your dog, steal your flowers and spit in your face (?)... and cuz you havent done anything, your not able to do anything (???)...

if you know what i m talking about, you should get the gist.

thanx in advance.