Horatio redux

From Lord Macaulay's Horatius:

Then out spake brave Horatius,
The Captain of the gate:
‘To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his Gods,

Modern leftist version:

Forth stood the shifty lawyer,
Beloved of Lenin's brood:
'Let every man and woman
Be taxed be they ne'er so rude.
For I do it for the children,
Those against me I shall curse.
And how can it be better spent
Than howe'er fills my purse.