Red Stars Over The Battle Of The Cowshed

I declare a war, a fight for freedom against any system that's built to consume our power and maintained to divide our energy. A system where an honest person can sweat for hours and then play slave to the man in the television tower. A syetem where private ownership erases public healthcare because dollars are worth more than people; dolars are worth more than sense. Dollars are worth more than a worker in need, more than John and Jane Doe with a family to feed. Yes, I want to topple this system held in place by financial greed where wealth is made through ownership and social heirarchy. Because it's a one-way street through a faceless crowd; barcodes and backlit billboards show us, guide us, teach us how to earn our rank, divide the rich and poor, pit us against ourselves, compiling and burning corpes of class war. But we are the workers, the majority, and this system fears solidarity. So I declare a war on everything they're for because "oh what force on earth is greater than the mighty strength of one".