by Ricardito Ramos

There is a specter haunting the world
A specter with its own voice and story to be told
breathe is being pumped back into the masses
a breathe that might end the domination of ruling classes,
that might culminate in the destruction of the destroyers,
the tyranny of the “employers”,
a final liberation
but this cultivation is premature
the reality can’t be ignored
demonstrations aren’t necessarily the realization of class war
imperialism lurks over like dark clouds
the bourgeoisie delivers repression loud, attacking the crowd
the lightening that strikes is backed by those in palaces from afar
revolutionary struggle is hard,
tough to engage,
even if the people are enraged
class consciousness takes time
class instincts can be used by the blind
the petty may manipulate
so that other ruling factions will dominate
what is the state but their tool?
Yes they are fools,
Will be taken care of too
But for now we must understand
Market demands
And imperial designs
As a result
Puppets topple as masses revolt
The thunder from under
The crowds strikes like lightning bolts
Let us understand the forces at play
Some black some white some grey,
The middle east hasn’t really seen a new day,
The dawn is yet to arrive
The people struggle to survive
But reaction is still very much alive
Their struggle should not be belittled
So a proper understanding is critical
Solidarity to all classes that are dominated,
anything else is hypocritical
all tyrants should fall
all the ruling classes are criminals
subjected to no laws
but as class struggle grows,
revolution comes to their doors
knocking, it wont be stopping,
it should catch on like wild fire,
blazing paths
they may sit and laugh
but we have the future in our hands
the real demands of workers
will be realized in time
there is a spectre haunting the globe
a story is to be told
how will these events unfold?
The revolution draws near,
Anger manifests after it transforms from fear
The class struggle will be waged ;
Internationally smashing all their norms  banging in their ears,
Breaking free from their economic cage
The lifestyle of superficial acquisition,
False ambitions and alienation,
A life of misrepresentation
Under bourgeois orientations
A system of a rotten corpse
Based on forcing us to absorb
Their speculation, no more!
There is a spectre haunting,
It strikes fear in the cowardly hearts of kings,
Singing songs to let freedom ring
The masses have started to mobilize
They are currently mislead but that’s no surprise
Those atop will surely meet their demise
Don’t close your eyes,
For you might miss the rising of the red hammer…………….