People Again

We were peasants

But we had no land

We were peasants

But we had no land

We were thin as rakes

Always hungry on the little food they gave us

Sleeping on straw on earth-floored sheds

The straw was the rougher stuff the oxen & mules

refused as fodder

We were working on the fields

Ploughing, sowing & reaping with our sickles

In a good year employment might last eight months

In a bad year perharps not even six and there was no

unemployment pay

We were peasants

But we had no land

We were peasants

But we had no land

We hated the bourgeoisie

They owned the land & treated us like animals

There was a hatred between us

So great, it couldn't have been greater

They didn't have to work to earn a living

But we wanted them to treat us like human-beings

With respect!

With respect!

And there was only one way to achive that

We were peasants

And we took what was ours

We were peasants

And we took what was ours

We took what was ours

We took what was ours

The bourgeoisie was not needed and we proved it

No church, no masters, no guardias

Property collectivized

We took over the estates

No necessity for money to exist

Every one would work

Exchange with other collectives

No need for the state

(We were peasants and we were people again)