Lift high the red banner, comrades and comradettes! Lift high the made-in-China bullhorns against the rich Make crudely misspelt signs and block the streets (How dare the workers work while we’re yelling at them)
Pull down the statue of St. Joan of Arc! Because she was, like, you know, a Confederate general And smash the windows of the corporate coffee shops (Make mine a decolonized double decaf)
Liberate the people’s goods! To arms! To arms! (But who will stay behind to work the farms?)