Proletarian sweat drop of painful pride,
on anvil of destruction.
Proletarian credit in working hour lost,
in leaders fat dissolved.
Proletarian forced in
the night unpredictable,
hungry of fat and freedom,
stands at a crossroads.
Blade of scythe shines in the eyes,
from the depths of the dark truth,
from the closet of injustice…
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