21.8.06

Yr Internationale.

Tra'n gwrando ar fersiwn Billy Brag o'r Internationale. Sgennais cerdd bach - dyw fy chwaer ddim yn meddwl ei fod yn sgannio, a'i bod "braidd yn wleidyddol" ond dyma ei gynnig i'r blog beth bynnag!

INTERNATIONALE

No Saviour from on high delivers,
No trust have we in prince or peer,
Our own right hand the chains must shiver,
Chains of hatred, greed and fear.

Minimum Wage Slavery
In a soul destroying factory,
Making millions for the boss,
And scratching round in poverty,

Screaming out in pain,
A soldier breathes his last,
On a trolley in a corridor,
Sixty years since demob.

Let's have real politik,
not new Labour rhetoric,
They've left us to rot in hell,
whilst they our bosses arse lick.

But Lucky us in Wales,
We can vote for Plaid,
Change our English bailiffs,
for ones who speak Cymraeg.

We can fight,
for their right,
to mug, rape and exploit,
"their" working class.

Managing the media,
whilst feathering their nest,
Why don't they take a workers wage?
If they're different from the rest.

No Saviour from on high delivers,
No trust have we in prince or peer,
Our own right hand the chains must shiver,
Chains of hatred, greed and fear.

Yr Internationale oedd anthem swyddogol yr undeb sofietaidd ar ol chwyldro 1917 tan tua 1943 - pan oedd y Staliniaid wedi cwblhau'r gamp o ddwyn y chwyldro o ddwylo'r gweithwyr. Roedd hefyd yn anthem i mudiadau sosialaidd a chomiwnyddol ar draws y byd.

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