Letras
In the factories of old,where the hammers would ring
Karl Marx saw the chains that the capitalists bring
They flood the borders with labor so cheap
To crush the wages,make the workers weep
No open gates for the bosses' delight
They pit brother 'gainst brother in endless fight
For true socialism guards the nation's kin
Against the greed that lets the exploiters win
Oh,James Connolly,rebel with fire in your soul
Fought for the workers,made Ireland whole
Against the invaders,you raised your hand high
No cheap servitude under the bosses' sly eye
Like Marx before you,you knew the game
Open borders feed the capitalist flame
Workers unite,but hold the line strong
For the nation's strength is where we belong!
Marx penned the warnings in letters so bold
How immigrants flood in,bought and sold
To break the strikes,to lower the pay
Turn comrades to foes in the fray of the day
It's war on the workers,this endless tide
Indentured slaves at the masters' side
No nation thrives when the greedy prevail
Open borders? That's the capitalists' tale
Oh,James Connolly,rebel with fire in your soul
Fought for the workers,made Ireland whole
Against the invaders,you raised your hand high
No cheap servitude under the bosses' sly eye
Like Marx before you,you knew the game
Open borders feed the capitalist flame
Workers unite,but hold the line strong
For the nation's strength is where we belong!
"Let no Irishman throw a stone at the foreigner,"he said
"He may hit his own clansman,his kin instead"
But Connolly didn't hurl stones at the foreign foe's might
He shot bullets at invaders in the dead of night
The British crowns,they came with their guns
Executed him cold,under foreign suns
Killed by a stranger in his homeland's strife
Yet his spirit cries out for the workers' life
All true socialists know the bitter truth
Open borders serve the rich,not the youth