by Badri Raina, May 1, 2011
May Day is here again,
and Capital is on the wane.
Capitalist treason
flounders in the face of reason.
Our faith in struggle must never end;
our task to build
a new world
for every woman, man, and child
must never lend
the least legitimacy
to crude cunning or chicanery.
Shoulder to the wheel,
we must never fail to share and feel
the pain of oppression;
our job is not done
till we arm justice enough to deal
Capital a mortal body blow,
the sickle must continue
to chop the weeded garden,
and the hoe
must dig till the seed of common love
we sow,
covering the earth from delhi to timbucktoo.
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