Tremble, O Capitalist: Fear in the Workers’ March
You snakes, your savagery can’t hide,
With razor-sharp resolve, we’ll slit your throat’s.
Suffocating your greed, your demise, our breath of life,
Dine and wine on workers’ backs, in opulence, you thrive.
In Labour camps, not a wheel turns without our hands,
Your gold piles, with workers’ blood, expand.
On dining tables, corpses of the oppressed you hide,
Workers’ dignity, like Havana, you seek to divide.
Vipers, our hate for you burns strong,
By our hands, we’ll undo your wrongs.
In Class struggle’s tension, we find joy’s birth,
This May Day, doom awaits you on Earth.
Unity in violence, against the oppressor’s reign,
Cuba, Laos, Vietnam, China, Venezuela stand as our refrain.
Pointing guns at the US empire’s greed,
World solidarity stands firm in our creed.
In the ruins of the declining empire’s flight,
Humanity’s future blooms, in freedom’s light.
Booker Omole,
May 1, 2024, 04:14 Havana, Cuba