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Proletarian issue 14 (October 2006)
Poem: Of Mine and Me
Can you hear that thunder rolling
    across the leaden sky?
Can you see that lightening flashing
    murderously on high?
While the good Earth shakes and shudders
    and rocks and reels and creaks
While your system shakes and stutters
    and for its cold grave seeks
Can you see your standards crumbling
    to a sick rhythmic beat?
And much vaunted morals tumbling
    into the sewer neat?
Can you smell the ripe corruption
    rise from the steamy swamp?
Where all your captains and your kings
    elect to pitch their camp
For your centuries of plunder
    of pillage, death and woe
Have so long seen their climax
    and are about to go
Can you see the end is coming,
    arrogant bourgeoisie
To your anachronistic system
    that exploits mine and me?
Can you see the skies are weeping
    with mankind’s bitter tears?
But there is a new world coming
    I hear the distant cheers
Can you hear that thunder rolling
    across the leaden sky?
Can you see that lightening flashing
    murderously on high?

William Hunt-Vincent
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