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A brilliantly performed reading of the poem we recently posted.
http://classconsciousnessproject.blog/2025/04/21/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night/
http://classconsciousnessproject.blog/2025/04/21/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night/
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Forwarded from Marx Engels Lenin Institute
'Gassed' by the American artist John Singer Sargent (1919)
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Forwarded from Anti Imperialist Action Ireland
Remembering Big Joe McCann 🇮🇪
I.R.A. Volunteer Joe McCann was killed by British crown forces on April 15th 1972.
This photograph of Joe McCann was taken while Joe and his comrades faced down 600 Brits on August 9, 1971 at Inglis bakery in the Markets, Belfast.
#IrishRepublic
I.R.A. Volunteer Joe McCann was killed by British crown forces on April 15th 1972.
This photograph of Joe McCann was taken while Joe and his comrades faced down 600 Brits on August 9, 1971 at Inglis bakery in the Markets, Belfast.
#IrishRepublic
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Production becomes social, but appropriation remains private. The social means of production remain the private property of a few. The general framework of formally recognised free competition remains, and the yoke of a few monopolists on the rest of the population becomes a hundred times heavier, more burdensome and intolerable.
Lenin - Imperialism The Highest Stage of Capitalism
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Forwarded from Red Rick
“Walking Home in the Snow”
2025 Chris May
“Another day done. Smoke rising, boots heavy.”
2025 Chris May
“Another day done. Smoke rising, boots heavy.”
Let me tell you the story of a poor boy
Who was sent far away from his home
To fight for his king and his country
And also the old folks back home
So they put him in a highland division
Sent him off to a far foreign land
Where the flies flew around in their thousands
And there's nothing to see, but the sand
And the battle, it started the next morning
Under the Libyan sun
I remember that poor Scouser Tommy
Who was shot by an old Nazi gun
As he lay on the battlefield dying
With the blood gushing out of his head
As he lay on the battlefield dying
These were the last words he said
"Oh, I am a Liverpudlian, I come from the Spion Kop
I like to sing, I like to shout, I go there quite a lot
We support a team that plays in red, a team that we all know
A team that we called Liverpool, to glory we will go
Poor Scouser Tommy
This is a famous Liverpool football song that has been around the terraces since the first world war. It describes a young man from Liverpool who goes off to fight in the war and is killed. Poor Scouser Tommy has been celebrated ever since.
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