In the shadows of the factories, the hammers strike,
Echoes of labor, a symphony of steel and sweat,
Hands calloused, hearts ignited by the fight,
For justice, for equity, dreams unmet.

Beneath the weight of capital’s iron grip,
The workers rise, their voices a unified cry,
Against the chains of profit, they resist,
For a world where no one’s left behind to die.

The seeds of revolution, in crimson soil they sow,
With courage and hope, they nurture the flame,
To topple thrones of greed, to overthrow,
The false gods of wealth, in Marxism’s name.

In unity, they find their strength, their might,
A vision of tomorrow, bright and just,
A world reborn from the darkest night,
Where freedom and fairness are more than just.