Proletarians of the World Unite
Within this long dying worldWe can only partake in shame,
Bombarding the very rights of ours
With a man in cuffs, though not in jail.
As our history dies with the present times,
We then become dust within the sand.
Who controls the past, controls the future,
Who controls the present, controls the past.
Our people are crashing within waves,
As our markets flow in the same sequence.
But this has all been seen before,
If chance was then, then there's a chance for now.
So let's take our history back,
Proletarians of the world unite!
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