Can You Hear Them Marching?
Listen. Can't you hear them? It's the sound of marching feet. It's the armies of the workers. From every land they meet. They are marching on to Victory. They shall trample every foe, For their slogan's human brotherhood Everywhere they go. They shall up the bars from prisons. They will wreck each dungeon cell, They will liberate the victims Of the boss-created hell. They will level social barriers And by reason of their might Eradicate for ever The ruling parasite They will trample class distinction In the mud beneath their heels For tomorrow's ruling class shall come From factories, mines...