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The Free Republic Of Those Murdered

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I ate my porridge and read the paper,
took my bag and kissed my missis goodbye.
And in the dark I left my trail in the deep snow
on the road I had been walking for thirteen long years.

On that day the wind was in the north.
We were welding on a deck thirty meters above the ground
when I heard a boom and a voice shouting: 'Sven!'
And everything disappeared in blood and fire and it was night again.

Then I woke up in a coffin of spruce
and thought all hell must be loose.
And my missis was weeping her face pale like death
and the priest begging to his god out of breath.

Then I was lowered into my simple dwelling
and in its loneliness I started to twiddle my thumbs.
Suddenly I heard a voice: 'Comrade, dear deceased,
welcome to The Free Republic Of Those Murdered.'

And there, in the midst of stones, roots, sand and dirt,
rows of people were lying, the earth was full
of women and men who had once been working
and who rose up singing a song that made the earth shake:

'We were murdered by the Swedish industry.
Five hundred of us each year are butchered like pigs
in factories that drain our blood.
And the worst of all murderers is Jacob Wallenberg.

We were the ones to keep his factories running,
it was we who fell and whose bodies were buried.
We bowed to the hangman and filled his stomach,
while socialists and union men were busy to shine his shoes.

Now we are demanding revenge, hear our bitter cry
sounding from each factory floor,
carried by whispering winds and the humming of tall pines,
and requiring you to do your duty and revenge us one day.

And from the machines on factory floors we sing to you:
Study Marx and Lenin and unite!
Class against class it shall be!
And silently we will raise up to back you.'

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