• (bkz: enternasyonal)
  • 1870'de eugène pottier tarafindan fransizca yazilmis marsin (l'internationale) ingilizce adi.

    arise, the damned of the earth,
    arise, prisoners of hunger,
    for reason thunders in its crater,
    it is the last eruption!
    let us discard the past,
    army of slaves, arise, arise!
    the world is changing at the base,
    we who have been nothing, is now everything!

    it is the final struggle
    let us gather, and tomorrow
    the internationale
    will be mankind!

    there are no supreme saviours,
    neither god, nor caesar, nor tribune.
    producers, let's save ourselves!
    together let's enact a common decree
    to force the thief to return his loot,
    so that the mind is set free from the prison cell!
    let us blow upon our furnace ourselves,
    strike the iron while it is hot!

    it is the final struggle
    let us gather, and tomorrow
    the internationale
    will be mankind!

    the state strangles and the law cheats,
    the taxes bleed the disadvantaged in society.
    the rich do not shoulder any responsibility;
    the rights of the poor is an empty word.
    it is enough to decay in servitude,
    equality needs other laws!
    no rights without duty, she says,
    conversely, no duty without rights.

    it is the final struggle
    let us gather, and tomorrow
    the internationale
    will be mankind!

    hideous, in their glory,
    the kings of the mines and rail.
    they have done nothing else,
    but to steal others' work.
    in the strongboxes of this band,
    what we created are all in there!
    in working for their restitution,
    they only want their rightful due.

    it is the final struggle
    let us gather, and tomorrow
    the internationale
    will be mankind!

    the kings deceive us with their fumes,
    peace among ourselves, war to the tyrants!
    let us encourage strikes in the armies,
    to wave their guns and disband their ranks!
    if they insist, those cannibals,
    to make heroes of us,
    they will soon know our bullets,
    are for our own generals.

    it is the final struggle
    let us gather, and tomorrow
    the internationale
    will be mankind!

    labourers, peasants, we are
    the big party of workers
    the earth belongs only to humans
    the idle are going to live elsewhere
    how much they feast on our flesh
    but if the ravens and vultures
    would one morning all disappear
    the sun would shine forever

    it is the final struggle
    let us gather, and tomorrow
    the internationale
    will be mankind!
  • alman ressam otto griebel'ın 1930 yılına ait yağlı boya tablosudur.

    büyük buhranın etkileri görülen tabloda işçileri omuz omuza ayakta, kendinden emin ve izleyiciye başı dik bakarken tasvir etmiş ve griebel bununla birlikte işçi hareketinin gücüne güvendiğini hissettirmiştir. fakat gerçek tablodan farklıydı: 1933'te iktidara gelen nasyonal sosyalistler bütün emekçilere değil bütün bir halka zulmetti ve karşı çıkanları öldürdüler.
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