The Labourer Poem by Vicente Añonuevo

Hundred years you mould the societies in the world
Civilization was founded through your blood and sweat.
The Palace of the Kings was built through your labor forces..
And you are the one who dug up the luxuries that were attributed to the Greedy men.
Burden.......Burden the impasse of life.
For hundred....Hundreds of years
There's no dignity and future
Enslavement of the local exploiting classes
The wealth that you produced
Where only for the sake of insatiable kings
They were happy to the burden that you have
That is the time that you concur
Through the strength of the proletariat that terminate
The exploitations of the dominant and exploiting classes...
'Workers of the world unite,
You have nothing to lose but your chains'...