Happy New Year to the Working Class

If revenge was what we are after
There is not enough blood left
In the phlegmatic veins of the capitalist class
To shed for all their historic crimes

Against my blood brothers and sisters
Who die in their killing fields
Lose limbs in their factories
And finger nails in their torture chambers

No Sir!

If revenge was what we are after
There are not enough heads to roll
Not enough nails to pull
Nor ribs to crack

Ask the 19 year old girl who pines for
The soldier they killed
As clear as if they held the trigger
Puppeteers of history with the shaking fingers

That shake so much that their
Predatory Drones scatter its repugnant seed
The shrapnel on my shoulder is
'A particle of fate of mankind'

Now, my brothers harken!
The rich pigs  that pull these strings
Do so with many a helping hand
What is their biggest weapon - it is not them Drones!

No Sir!

The standing of reality on its head
And feeding it to us, through their organs
Of deception - now that is their Method
Far worse than their violence

If not for their Great Papers like the New York Times
Why, we would not think that the Rich is entitled
To keep stealin' killin' and maimin'
While we be grinnin' and compainin'

No Sir!

The young shoots of a new future
Are being prepared on this scorched Earth
They prepare it - and we harvest it
And that is how this road will run

If revenge was what we were after
The outpouring of love, empathy and humility
That our working class possess would surely
Prove a hindrance

To the road that history opens for us
'Here - here take it, own it' - she sings, whispers and sometimes Screams!
Did you hear her in Egypt, Tunisia and perhaps in Wisconsin?
Louder than the empty tin cans of the Capitalist Press!