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.

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