Now, this is a poem I wrote to the Young Communist League.
A rising tide
of justice and equality of all
A hammer
Against racism and anti-semitism,
Homophobia
A sickle
In the heart of capitalism
A banner
Of socialism
Young comrades
Growing reds
Internationalists
On the picket line
Rapping union songs
On a mission
For world peace
Carrying the torch
Of working-class democracy
It’s all good
The people’s future
Is very bright
Old Man River
Old man river
That old man river
He don’t say nothin’
But must know somethin’
He just keeps rolling
He just keeps rolling
Along
He don’t plant ‘tatoes
He don’t pick no cotton
And them that picks it
Is soon forgotten
And old man river
He’ll just keep rolling
Along
You and me
We sweat and drain
But you
Racked with pain
You lift that barge
You tote that bail
You show a little grit
And you’ll end in jail
But I’m lucky for laughing
Instead of crying
And Imma keep fighting
Until I’m dying
And old man river
He’ll just keep rolling
Along
Build the front against fascism