Promise

We stand as the world's class of the wretched.

Oppressed, hungry we are the downtrodden working class.

It's true that we make the bulk of the imprisoned

but this horrendous situation will not last!

Our class will on day tire of capital's throwaway prey

and with determination, rise in anger from our knees to fight.

Our sheer force of numbers will rule such a glorious day,

as we seize back what has always been ours by right!

For lust of profit the monsters of capital pollute land and sea.

They profit from our sweat, laugh at us, rob us of our day.

At the ultimate insult they dirty the very air which we breathe!

But to me one fact is crystal clear,

when our revolution starts, they'll all be anarchist prey!

27June 96