By George Volkov
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
We communists are inquisitive beings. When someone is in poverty, yet others, but a mere street away, are in unimaginable luxury, we ask why.
Why do so few have so much, whilst we, the majority, who work for the rich and make society run, live off the scraps of the privileged elite? Solidarity is important among us, race will not separate us, nations will not divide us, because we are all human, we are all proletarians. While one passes a homeless man on the street, assuming that they are homeless through their own fault, a communist stops, gives them their change, and time permitting, has a conversation. To you, that loose change is worthless, to him, it is the difference between having a cup of tea, or having no tea. Capitalism has evolved. It has realised how strong we are united. This notion of nationalism, a pathetic ideology, has reduced otherwise good people into believing their country is better than another. Racism is another clever scheme the capitalists have used to divide us, but if one looks past the skin, the accent, the nationality, we all bleed red blood.
As communists, we want to end this system of exploitation. In socialism, you receive according to the labour you put in. No more will man be able to subsist from the labour of another. We communists do not want to improve our lives, but we want to improve the lives of all men.
Ernesto “che” Guevara:
“Man really attains the state of complete humanity when he produces, without being forced by physical need to sell himself as a commodity.”