New Dawn of Humanity

In the desolate wastes of Russia,

From the Baltic to the Pacific,

The workers suffered persecution,

Starvation,

Dehumanisation.

The tyrants bled them dry to build their palaces from human bones,

They drank their blood from cups of gold.

For centuries they lived like animals in hovels where the rain came in,

They laboured in the field like ghosts,

Emaciated,

They lived and died with no hope of freedom,

They worked like oxen and when they could work no more,

Were thrown into the snow to starve like dogs,

It went on for centuries,

It seemed woven in the fabric of the universe.

Capitalist war-fare pushed the Russian peasants to self-assertion,

They would not bleed and suffer for callous masters any more,

They starved by the millions,

Dying in the Russian snow,

Men are not chess-pieces,

They rose against the tyrants,

Threw off the chains of slavery,

They rose up and looked the world in the face as equals.

They resisted the snares of the fale liberty,

The poison of the soul,

That they call "democracy",

And should rightly call "vampirism".

On the night which will be carved in glory for as long as the human race shall endure,

On the 25th of October,

The Communists took power,

They seized the bridges, telephone exchanges, warehouses and electricity grid of St. Petersburg.

And on the cold, dark night,

As the moon shone high above,

The liberators of the workers of the world seized the fortress of their enemies,

The Winter Palace,

The festering sore on the face of the earth,

Where the government of blood-suckers,

Who have no place in the future terrestrial paradise,

Lurked and gibbered,

They took it by storm,

They seized the last bastion of tyranny,

Oh, to have been alive that beautiful day!
To have seen those great walls tumble beneath the inexorable force,

Of the united workers.

As the blood-red sun rose in the winter sky,

It was on a new world order,

The fabric of the universe had been torn apart.

The vile seductress "democracy" was as dead as the tyranny of Tsarism.

Up, workers!
Rise against the tyrants and oppressors!

We are not vermin or beasts of burden but human beings.

Liberty, equality, fraternity!1

Peace, bread and land!

1 I am aware that technically this was the slogan of the French, not the Russian, Revolution, but I never met three words which so admirably sum up the spirit of Communism.