[MrCackle]

Just felt like getting some of my emotions and frustrations out.

Oh, such sadness, such madness
As we look back on those days of old

For many lose sight,
Of the worker’s plight,
And shun the flag of red and gold.

There once were days when the rebel was bold
Such days are past, remembered only in stories told

And now, what of our fates?
Us remnants of a lost ideal,
Shunned from history’s shining gates,
Such inspiration now is so hard to feel.

Oh, such sadness, such madness
As we look back on those days of old

For we are ignored,
A boat that has found itself shored,
And shun the flag of red and gold.

There once were days of joy and hope,
But now the people just learn to cope.

When the nation's intelligentsia young,
who once set our revolutionary tune
Who were the oxygen for our socialist lung
Forget the hopes of the Paris Commune

Oh, such sadness, such madness
As we look back on those days of old

How can I fight?
Too disheartened am I
As I watch the proletariat join the right!

Oh, how the days of old
Have slipped into the fold
Many lose sight of the worker’s plight, and the flag of red and gold

Is there still a light?
Or have we slipped into eternal night?

Was it all for naught?
The World Revolution, but a thought?

Or could there still be a chance
That we may once more dance

Dance to the tune of the working class
Organize the working mass

Only history can say
If Socialism will see the day
Of liberation and the formation of a great worker’s nation

But for now, we must lie low
For we have many a mighty foe

But we must still believe
That history will grant us a reprieve

And this, my friends, is why we will always be around
Because of what Marx, and Lenin, and the rest found

That human spirit, of kinship and the living of the commune
Brothers, friends, comrade, do not fear,
For we will always be singing the Socialistic Tune.

[Lt. Spoonman]

humm... interesting. My personal opinion/advice would be to forget the rhyme scheme, or choose a less constricting one... some of your lines have very clumsy or cluttered word order, as a result of the rhyming.

I've found in my own experience that rhyming has more of a place in music, because it constricts poetry and severely limits creativity and word choice.

Keep on working at it tho, as its a noble thing to write of.