the best communist poet is Portuguese...
his name is Ary Dos Santos.....
these are some of his poems..
(his poems almost always rhyme but i have to translate them so they wount rhyme now..... plus dont be surprised if the english used in them is lammy... its my home made translations as usual
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The Burguase
The fiber Tie like rope
tied to the barely suet shirt
a old stomach that only stretches
burping acumulated richness
A specie of octupus with Açorda
of food a thousand times chewed
of small and fat arm chair
of (cant translate this part)
A Box of sillyness. A pain in the ass
a smile covered with (cant translate this)
and eyes of (some anymal) looking down on you
To say who it is what i said is enough
its a human beats that ruminates
its a motherfucker its a burguase
(Açorda is a typical portuguese food, it is soaked bread and it looks really disgusting like it has been alredy chewed)
and my ALL time favorite is this poem:
THE COMMUNIST FLAG
Its like it wasnt enough
all they did to us
like if it wasnt enough for them
all the blood they drinked
like if hatred only bothers
those who suffered
like if the class war
wasnt from those who made it
it was like if the broken hands
and teared finger nails
were so many other lifes
once again burned.
At the voice of the anti-communist
the boss came again
and with misery at sight
tryed to divide the people
And spoke to the crowd
using without right
the fake idea of Christ
Because when the people is christian
it fights along us too
we divide the bread
we dont have it stored
so when the burguase
want to destroy us
they will find the Portuguese
that knew how to resist
And at every new attack
at every fascist assault
higher and higher shall rise
THE COMMUNIST FLAG!
there is always the
they shall not pass! (or NO PASSARAN in spanish anyone that knows spomething about the spanish civil war should know what this eloquent phrase means)
In the name of our arms
in the name of our hands
in the name of how many footsteps
our brothers gave.
in the name of the tools
that hurted our fingers
of the tortures of the torments
of the (cant translate this word) of the decay
in the name of that name
that we gain from our fathers
in the name of theyr hunger
we say: THEY SHALL NOT PASS!
And in the name of the mileniuns
of added prision
in the name of somany genious
with theyr voices shuted
in the name of the peasents
with theyr lands confiscated
in the name of the Portuguese
with the flesh dilacerated
in the name of those names
spited in the courts
we say there are other names
that shall not pass
(this is a allusion of the fascist times where PIDE, the political police hunted down any democratic,socialist communist or any oponent to the regym, the tortures were constant and many died for refusing to denounce theyr comrades)
In the name of what we have
in the name of what we were
revolution we made
democracy we are
in the name of unity
beatiful flower of the working class
in the name of freedom
imense flower and proletariat
in the name of this will
of being all equal
lets say the truth
saying: THEY SHALL NOT PASS!
In the nbame of how many bodies
were our sons made
in the name of how many deads
live in our rights
in the name of how many alive
taht give life to our voice
we shall not be captive:
We are the work.
And in the name of the conquests
came from the winds of April (socialist revolution)
agrarian reform Proletarian
control of the factorys
Corporations run by the state
because its owner is the people
in the name of side by side
we made a new country
in the name of our front
and our ideals
in front of everybody
we say: THEY SHALL NOT PASS
In the name of all we suffered
we shall not let pass
the boss we passed
and wants to trick us.
And were the people passes
we shall spread the word:
Every street any plaza
its the land that the people plows.
we shall pass
with firm and secure steps.
the past is enough
let pass the future.
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