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It behooves us to shape the organization so we need not wait until we hear from above the command, but have the reins in our own hand, if we are to prove ourselves worthy of intense coming events. Those who do not move, do not notice their chains. They say 'Order reigns in Berlin! Our enemy is bigger today, “a colossus with feet of clay, crumbling from within.” Capital is an historical necessity, [Like the wooden plow and the chariot,] but, so too, its grave digger, the socialist proletariat. Atop smoking ruins, between the pools of blood and corpses of the murdered, the heroes of ‘order’ hasten to entrench their rule anew. We’ve been drowned, and left behind a fertile residue. The Rose that grows from “the muck of ages” still smells as sweet, future victory will bloom from this 'defeat'. Rulers of Russia and America across the sea, Germans, Belgians, Poles and Frenchmen, “you stupid henchmen!” Don’t you understand, “Your order is built on sand.” The revolution says “I was, I am, I will be.”
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
From the Poetry of Rosa Luxembourg
It behooves us to shape the organization so we need not wait until we hear from above the command, but have the reins in our own hand, if we are to prove ourselves worthy of intense coming events. Those who do not move, do not notice their chains. They say 'Order reigns in Berlin! Our enemy is bigger today, “a colossus with feet of clay, crumbling from within.” Capital is an historical necessity, [Like the wooden plow and the chariot,] but, so too, its grave digger, the socialist proletariat. Atop smoking ruins, between the pools of blood and corpses of the murdered, the heroes of ‘order’ hasten to entrench their rule anew. We’ve been drowned, and left behind a fertile residue. The Rose that grows from “the muck of ages” still smells as sweet, future victory will bloom from this 'defeat'. Rulers of Russia and America across the sea, Germans, Belgians, Poles and Frenchmen, “you stupid henchmen!” Don’t you understand, “Your order is built on sand.” The revolution says “I was, I am, I will be.”
Freely translated from the speeches and writings of Rosa Luxembourg. (c) 2015
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
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