In the shadow of the towering spire,Where echoes of labor’s song inspire,Marxist dreams weave through the night,Seeking justice in the morning light.

A world where chains of class are broken,And voices of the silenced are spoken,Where hands that toil find equal worth,A new society rises from the earth.

In the whispers of the working crowd,Lies a vision, steadfast and proud,Of unity and shared endeavor,A bond that time cannot sever.

Through the struggles of the weary soul,Hope ignites like burning coal,In the dance of change, a fervent call,For a world where freedom embraces all.