For Our Freedom
For our freedom
My world is dying
Death becomes her
Or suits her
Her? What machismo is this?
The fake masculinity that rises from
Their system of profit
It is changing
From male bosses
To male bosses and some women
An equal opportunity that keeps ravaging us
As workers, women and men
In the name of more money
For them
To reinvest in more capital
And more exploitation
There is no end
Unless we do it, ourselves
Rising together against
The bosses
Our gains, their losses
Rejoice, a new world is coming
I hear it drumming
At their fences
Hence their tenseness
Rejoice, revolt
Two words of wisdom
So far unheeded
But oh so needed
Until we act
For our freedom
For our freedom
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