I am a Communist, in the heritage of millions that fought and died before me.

I serve no country, the world is my home and birthright.

I have no possessions, we Communists have nothing but our lives.

I have nothing, yet know we shall have everything.

I seek no glory outside of that which belongs to our class.

I see pain, suffering, sorrow and strife.

I apply our weapon of theory like a surgeon’s knife.

I teach like Sison.

I fight like Che.

I explain like Sankara.

I serve like Mao.

I rebel like Jiang.

I struggle like Lenin.

I analyze like Huey.

No work is beneath me, if it is in the service of my class.

No work is above me, if I can learn it.

I am better than none except the enemy.

I eat with the homeless.

I walk with the masses.

I learn so that I may teach.

I lay down my life so that I may live.

There is no I, only we.

Millions dead and alive walk with me.

And we will be victorious.

And if I fall.

Pick up my gun and my flag.