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'Let America Be America Again', by Langston Hughes 03 31 14

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of st…

Venezuela: Defeating Fascism Before It’s Too Late, by James Petras, 24 03 14

Author James Petras argues that the violent groups within the hard-line opposition represent the germ of a fascist movement in Venezuela, which is being organized and supported from abroad.


Captain Jose Guillen Araque, of the Venezuelan National Guard, recently gave President Maduro a book on the rise of Nazism, warning that “fascism has to be defeated before it’s too late”!  In retaliation for his prophetic warning, the patriotic young captain was shot by a US-backed assassin on the streets of Marcay in the state of Aragua on March 16, 2014.  This raised the number of Venezuelan soldiers and police killed since the fascist uprising to 5 in 29 overall fatalities [note: edited the numbers of officer deaths from the original in line with the current information].  The killing of a prominent, patriotic officer on a major street in a provincial capital is one more indication that the Venezuelan fascists are on the move, c…

Hanns Eisler/Bertolt Brecht - The Song of the United Front(Das Einheitsfrontlied) 25 03 14

Lied der Einheitsfront_

And just because he's human,
he doesn't like a pistol to his head,
he wants no servants under him
and no boss over his head.
So left, two, three.
So left, two, three.
to the work, that we must do.
March on in the workers united front,
for you are a worker too.
*   **   *
Tu es un ouvrier - oui !
viens avec nous, ami, n'ai pas peur !
Nous allons vers la grande union
de tous les vrais travailleurs.
Marchons au pas,
Marchons au pas,
camarades, vers notre front!
Range toi dans le front de tous les ouvriers
avec tous tes frères étrangers.
*  **  *
Und weil der Prolet ein Prolet ist,
drum wird ihn kein anderer befrein,
es kann die Befreiung der Arbeiter nur
das Werk der Arbeiter sein.
||: Drum links, zwei, drei
Drum links, zwei, drei!
Wo dein Platz, Genosse, ist!
Reih' dich ein in die Arbeitereinheitsfront,
Weil du auch ein Arbeiter bist.

"I Don't Want Your Millions, Mister" [video recording by The Almanac Singers] 25 03 14

I don't want your millions, Mister,
I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to live, Mister,
Give me back my job again. Now, I don't want your Rolls-Royce, Mister,
I don't want your pleasure yacht.
All I want's just food for my babies,
Give to me my old job back.

We worked to build this country, Mister,
While you enjoyed a life of ease.
You've stolen all that we built, Mister,
Now our children starve and freeze.
So, I don't want your millions, Mister,
I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to live, Mister,
Give me back my job again.
Think me dumb if you wish, Mister,
Call me green, or blue, or red.
This one thing I sure know, Mister,
My hungry babies must be fed.
Take the two old parties, Mister,
No difference in them I can see.
But with a Farmer-Labor Party
We could set the people free.
So, I don't want your millions, Mister,
I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to live, Mister,
Give m…