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دغدغه های طبقاتیم را مینویسم...
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«...انقلاب های پرولتاریایی، برعکس، مانند انقلاب های قرن نوزدهم، همواره در حال انتقاد کردن از خویش اند، لحظه به لحظه از حرکت بازمی ایستند تا به چیزی که به نظر می رسد انجام یافته است، دوباره بپردازند و تلاش را از سر گیرند، به نخستین دودلی ها و ناتوانایی ها و ناکامی ها در نخستین کوشش های خویش بی رحمانه می خندند، رقیب را به زمین نمی زنند مگر برای فرصت دادن به وی تا نیرویی تازه از خاک برگیرد و به صورتی دهشتناک تر از پیش، رویارویشان قد علم کند، در برابر عظمت و بی کرانی نامتعّینِ هدف های خویش، بارها و بارها به عقب می نشینند تا آن لحظه که کار به جایی رسد که دیگر هرگونه عقب نشینی را ناممکن سازد، و خود اوضاع و احوال فریاد برآورند که «رودس همین جاست، همین جا است که باید جهید! گل همین جاست، همین جا است که باید رقصید...!»
(کارل مارکس/ هجدهم برومر لوئی بناپارت)


As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so ------- crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still ------- peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Everybody knows
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Thats how it goes
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
now everybody nows ,cant wait to coming back...im in way comrades