(Opening Verse)
In eighteen forty-eight Marx wrote,
A Manifesto to arms, a dark forebode.
He penned the lines, ten planks to see,
A Communist world remade, but at what fee?
(Verse 1)
Beware the ground you think you own,
They’ll take your land, call it their own.
All rent and rights, they’re stripped away,
In shadows deep, the state will sway.
(Chorus)
Oh, 10 planks fall, dark and grim,
A warning bell, a world grown dim.
From wealth to walls, all under reign,
A future bound in iron chains.
(Verse 2)
They’ll tax you deep, take all they can,
To feed the power of the plan.
No right to pass what’s earned to kin,
Inheritance ends, as control begins.
(Chorus)
Oh, 10 planks fall, dark and grim,
A warning bell, a world grown dim.
From wealth to walls, all under reign,
A future bound in iron chains.
(Verse 3)
All credit claimed, the banks confined,
No freedom found in what’s assigned.
They’ll hold the keys to every call,
Communication—owned by all.
(Bridge)
The factories rise, but not for you,
They’ll cultivate the soil, too.
Your work’s assigned, no choice to make,
An industrial army—no escape.
(Chorus)
Oh, 10 planks fall, dark and grim,
A warning bell, a world grown dim.
From wealth to walls, all under reign,
A future bound in iron chains.
(Verse 4)
The city fades, the fields combine,
Your life, your work, no longer mine.
From town to town, the people spread,
An equal world—a life of dread.
(Verse 5)
Your children too, no longer free,
They’ll learn to work, as they decree.
The state decides each child's fate,
In every life, the heavy weight.
(Outro)
Oh, heed this song, beware the toll,
The planks lie waiting, dark and cold.
The manifesto’s call is clear,
But freedom dies when it draws near.
