The Workers of the World

We are the builders of the coming world. We are the plough, the seed, the ground. We are the inheritors of the earth. We are the future and the action. So fly high, o rose-red banner, As we march for our lives. We are the loyal fighters of the future. We are the workers of the world. You plutocrats, you damned despots You who create towers of human lives And the radicals with their villainy, Soon you shall see the people's wrath. Just as the lies encircle us, Those that would see the earth as hell, Tell others that we are evil, We who give to those who have none.