one comrade asked of me
to make this rebloggable
readible, legible, sharable schlobbable
Oh Stalin yes Stalin and the likes of he
who speaks of communism without democracy
if you grow the state’s power without the man’s stake.
then man’s true liberation shall’t never shall make.
The problem now in the workplace so few can cast votes
cept few richmen in boardrooms in fine tailored coats
Now replace this with lawmakers then you can see
that the party itself is the new bourgeoisie.
So’I come hither tumbling rev’lution on mind. Do subscribe dearest comrades, new posts shall ye find!
While the question of property varies ‘mongst didgies
To the cap’t/imperialist it’s clear it’s hizzies.
To many north americ’ indigenous peeps
the ground wasn’t for owning it was just where one sleeps
where one hunts, where one moves here and there, so he eats
One cannot sell breathing air so why sell grounds for feets?
therefor one could say they’d their own communism.
But to them it was just how-it’s-always-been-ism.
Then the conquesters came with guns, horses and such wares.
Fig’rin’, “if they don’t own it, then how is it theirs?”
So this concept of property helped white exploit red
through rezzes and genocide, fenceposts and lead.
Now because this oppressor knows of land just as property
the best way to explain it’s to speak his tongue properly.
True public property is land owned by all
But at once owned by none, if you’re hearing my call.
Culturally though we differ at the core we’re all human.
We cannot un-kill masses, for that there’s no solution.
But together, if land were re-unclaimed as such.
We could all live as equals, we could reclaim so much.
I’m sorrai’ve been gone
just there’s midterms at school
I’m a student you see and
I’ve had shit to do I’ll
be back in a jiffy with more shoopes and shoppes
do not worry dear comrade revolutions don’ts stops!
All working together, in free ‘sociation,
from Greenwich to Greenland to Grand Central Station!
*Dialectical queries written in the form of a couplet will be given priority
The issue is not sir, of just ones and twos.
But of thousands! brumpillions!
whom the cap’tlists abuse.
If we all keep competing, one worker ‘gainst one
then no change will be made, nothing good will get done.
But united, our message, one revlouche… and airy
might inspire some upheav’lof the cross we’ve to carry.
Twas an oak back in deutschland, one holzfäller chopped.
Then out sprung I, all sap-covered, groundward I plopped.