We workers toil each and every day but don't have our say.
When we aim what makes us us, survival pushes us away, it does.
Our labour reproduces the world but becomes invisible as it is hurled
Onto a system that reproduces oppression, ending periodically in depression.
Dignity is lost as proceeds tumbled, our power is gone as our empire crumbled,
Does not however persuade us to give up what we want. Liberation!
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