KARL MARX IN AUGUST (The Fall of Russian Stalinism)
KARL MARX IN AUGUST (To the tune of "Joe Hill") I dreamt I saw Karl Marx last night, I saw him standing there, His hair jet black, no longer white, Fierce eyes, with a bold young stare: His eyes had a young man's stare. I saw Marx youthful, angry there, I said in my surprise: "But you grew old, white beard and hair…" And then Marx cried: "All lies!" And then Marx cried: " - Damn lies!" "A ghost to comfort those who'd lost Their spark, themselves half dead: They made me old, grey with disgust - I'm young again!" he said, "I'm young again," he said. "Alive again! You see I'm back, My spirit...