Red March

For our fathers who tilled this land
For our brothers who worked
Tirelessly into the night
For our mothers and sisters
Who waited with empty stomachs
Giving relief to our tired comrades
With food and a clean shelter
What has this world turned into?
A world where material wealth
Brings influence
Brings power
Creates a great divide
Between those with such
And those who toil
Just for a piece of bread
That will get them through the night
Wake up my comrades
Let us march
Towards to rising sun
And take back what we lost
Save the things we may lose
Even if lives will be lost
Hoist the red flag
We are going to war


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