Anarchism
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Lead hands,
Too heavy to move,
I would have built you a mountain.
But
I no longer care.
I just have one thing to say.
“Fuck you.”
I was bleeding
stripes
The conquest of bread
Is the journey of men
Of mankind, to elevate
Not to discriminate
For what does it matter
What tongue you speak,
Some may fear the damage
Of a shattered window and a burning car
But glass is not flesh
And cars are not people
My life is not property
No gods, no mastershere. From none according toability tonone based on need. Free at last.Who could survive without hope?
New Mexico dreams can’t shake the salt from the icy New York streets, and I might need glasses ‘cuz I can’t see straight. Too many empty glasses, ‘cuz I can’t see straight.
Come all of you poor workers, good news to you I'll tell.
Of how that good old union has come in here to dwell.
We are starting our good battle we know we're sure to win
because we got the gun thugs looking pretty thin.
