I sprung out of bed awaiting the morning light to fill in the dimly lit windows. The streets were now beginning to fill with factory workers, preparing for the busy day ahead of them. I quickly dress and eat slowly, cherishing or, as some would say rationing every last bite that I took of the food lingering in my hands. Swiftly, I leave our small little cottage house, careful not to wake mother nor my younger brother. Times have been hard for all of us, for our employers just exploited our financial resources and stripped us of our dignity and pride. Nothing can undo the past, but maybe hope arises in a new society and a new way of doing things.
Walking down the cobblestone lane, I peer inside the factories that once housed the overwhelming amount of people who despised working in this dreadful place. Misery and anguish laid upon all of their days, all of them being cheated and exploited by their employers. Harsh memories flood my mind; tears suddenly appearing within my eyes. As I wipe away my sorrowful tears, a more gleeful memory pops into my mind as I switch my gaze around the corner and spot a large sewing machine in destruction. Its ruins some how make me feel joyful and reminds me of an outlandish worker's strike; one I was apart of. I distinctly remember the happiness and joy of which we felt after annihilating just one of the things that was the heart of our misery.
Quickly, I run not wanting to be late for work. Everyone in society now needs to pull their weight in order for our nation to function at its best. The thought of every being equal overwhelms me; this being a huge step up from the hellish tyrants that once controlled us. News has spread far and wide about the certain meeting that outlined an alternative society for our country just a while ago. Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, the saviours of our humble nation, took part in this meeting and now their principles and goals for society are to be shared among the whole world with their new document, The Communist Manifesto. It did not come out too long ago and I believe it is truly going to be put into action very soon. The government is even starting to come to terms with reality that our former society did not benefit the likes of everyone. The countless rebellions and destruction of machinery have finally spoken to the rulers of our country. We will soon live in a society that treats us all equally; that is something I can look forward to.
I enter the dusty, busy building, mentally prepping myself for the day ahead. As I do so, I recall the wise words once said by Marx and Engels, saying that there would be a revolution occurring. Maybe not now or in the near future, but there would be regardless. I don't know why the word revolution stuck so distinctly in my head. Maybe because I was tired of the old way and so desperately desired a paradigm shift in our views, or it could be the fact that I agreed with communism's principles so much. But there was something else, a strange, unfamiliar feeling that made me wince whenever I heard the word communism. Mother always said I had an intuitive mind and I could always "feel" what would soon occur in the future. Why did I feel this way though when I supposedly heard of this good thing that would change all of our lives for the better? It baffled me immensely. Yet despite this, I brushed it off and continued on with my busy day of work, ready for whatever awaited me in the near (or faraway) future.
Walking down the cobblestone lane, I peer inside the factories that once housed the overwhelming amount of people who despised working in this dreadful place. Misery and anguish laid upon all of their days, all of them being cheated and exploited by their employers. Harsh memories flood my mind; tears suddenly appearing within my eyes. As I wipe away my sorrowful tears, a more gleeful memory pops into my mind as I switch my gaze around the corner and spot a large sewing machine in destruction. Its ruins some how make me feel joyful and reminds me of an outlandish worker's strike; one I was apart of. I distinctly remember the happiness and joy of which we felt after annihilating just one of the things that was the heart of our misery.
Quickly, I run not wanting to be late for work. Everyone in society now needs to pull their weight in order for our nation to function at its best. The thought of every being equal overwhelms me; this being a huge step up from the hellish tyrants that once controlled us. News has spread far and wide about the certain meeting that outlined an alternative society for our country just a while ago. Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, the saviours of our humble nation, took part in this meeting and now their principles and goals for society are to be shared among the whole world with their new document, The Communist Manifesto. It did not come out too long ago and I believe it is truly going to be put into action very soon. The government is even starting to come to terms with reality that our former society did not benefit the likes of everyone. The countless rebellions and destruction of machinery have finally spoken to the rulers of our country. We will soon live in a society that treats us all equally; that is something I can look forward to.
I enter the dusty, busy building, mentally prepping myself for the day ahead. As I do so, I recall the wise words once said by Marx and Engels, saying that there would be a revolution occurring. Maybe not now or in the near future, but there would be regardless. I don't know why the word revolution stuck so distinctly in my head. Maybe because I was tired of the old way and so desperately desired a paradigm shift in our views, or it could be the fact that I agreed with communism's principles so much. But there was something else, a strange, unfamiliar feeling that made me wince whenever I heard the word communism. Mother always said I had an intuitive mind and I could always "feel" what would soon occur in the future. Why did I feel this way though when I supposedly heard of this good thing that would change all of our lives for the better? It baffled me immensely. Yet despite this, I brushed it off and continued on with my busy day of work, ready for whatever awaited me in the near (or faraway) future.
To what extent is a revolution capable of altering even the most arduous perspectives?
ReplyDeleteHi Merlin, revolutions can easily alter even the most onerous perspectives if done well and correctly. In this case, Karl Marx greatly encouraged as well as predicted that the lower class would rise up and rebel against the capitalist society. Communism wouldn't have occurred if rebellions had not been started in the first place. Most rebellions would include the destruction or demolition of machinery for many believed machines were the heart of their misery, including the long hours of day working and being payed the bare minimum. Through this, if more than half of the population is going on strike and refusing to work unless a modification of society takes place, the government then opens their eyes and starts to realize that thing are not right. The last thing the government wants to accomplish is losing money and the fallout of their precious nation. A famous quote I'd like to end this with (just to sum it all up) is by the Alan Moore from "V for Vendetta" is "People shouldn't be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people." :)
DeleteWould any problems occur with everyone living an equal life? If so what sort of problems would come from this?
ReplyDeleteHi Sarah, there are many problems with everyone living an equal life, in both an economically and morally sense. For one, there is a huge lack of freedom for the people because everything must be controlled in order for this type of society to work. Also, many people in communist nations usually live in poverty due to the equal distribution of wealth. Everyone must live to the bare minimum because of the theory behind collectivization and that they must all work together for society to work. Yet at the same time, everyone lives the same, simple life they will never get out of, so creativity is lost and diversity among products and companies are all gone too. In the end, differences are all gone and everyone lives the same, which can, well to be blunt, be positively and absolutely boring.
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