May pols be blasted to perdition
And burn forever in hellfire
For not promoting manumission
Of all who live behind the wire:
The wire preventing confrontation
With all who favor exploitation
That Marx arraigned so long ago
To which they gave the old heave-ho.
The one thing will unite all workers
Who slave away their lives in dread
They won’t produce their daily bread;
Whom capital fears as berserkers
Who will come pouring out of slums
No more content with eating crumbs.