In the factoriesâ dim-lit halls, echoes of labor rise,
Hands worn by toil and time, seek the morning skies.
Dreams of a world untethered, where chains are cast aside,
A vision of unity, where justice and hope abide.
The hammer and the sickle, symbols of the fight,
Against the towering shadows that steal the workersâ light.
Voices once silent, now roar with fervent might,
In fields of red, they gather, for equity and right.
From the depths of struggle, the seeds of change are sown,
A future built on fairness, where every soul is known.
Against the tide of tyranny, the collective heart beats strong,
A chorus of resilience, in the workers’ song.
In unity they find strength, in solidarity, hope,
Bound by a common dream, together they will cope.
Through the trials of the present, towards a world anew,
The spirit of Marxism, in every heart will brew.