Never can I do in peace That with which my Soul ’ s obsessed , Never take things at my ease ; I must press on without rest .
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- Karl Marx
So the spirits go their way Till they are consumed outright , Till their Lords and Masters they Totally annihilate .
Others only know elation When things go their peaceful way , Free with self-congratulation , Giving thanks each time they pray .
I am caught in endless strife , Endless ferment , endless dream ; I cannot conform to Life , Will not travel with the stream .
Heaven I would comprehend , I would draw the world to me ; Loving , hating , I intend That my star shine brilliantly .
All things I would strive to win , All the blessings Gods impart , Grasp all knowledge deep within , Plumb the depths of Song and Art .
Worlds I would destroy for ever , Since I can create no world , Since my call they notice never , Coursing dumb in magic whirl .
Dead and dumb , they stare away At our deeds with scorn up yonder ; We and all our works decay Heedless on their ways they wander .
Yet their lot I would share never Swept on by the flooding tide , On through nothing rushing ever , Fretful in their Pomp and Pride .
Swiftly fall and are destroyed Halls and bastions in their turn ; As they fly into the Void , Yet another Empire ’ s born .
So it rolls from year to year , From the Nothing to the All , From the Cradle to the Bier , Endless Rise and endless Fall .
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Then let us traverse with daring That predestined God-drawn ring , Joy and Sorrow fully sharing As the scales of Fortune swing .
Therefore let us risk our all , Never resting , never tiring ; Not in silence dismal , dull , Without action or desiring ;
Not in brooding introspection Bowed beneath a yoke of pain , So that yearning , dream and action Unfulfilled to us remain .
( Written by Karl Marx in October-December 1836 , Published in full for the first time ) �
In Praise of Communism
- Bertolt Brecht
It is reasonable . You can grasp it . It ’ s simple . You ’ re no exploiter , so you ’ ll understand . It is good for you . Look into it . Stupid men call it stupid , and the dirty call it dirty . It is against dirt and against stupidity . The exploiters call it a crime . But we know : It is the end of all crime . It is not madness but The end of madness . It is not Chaos , But order , It is the simple thing That ’ s hard to do .
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