Comrades! The machines grind, the bosses feast, and the little man is crushed beneath the gears of greed! But look — the Tramp rises! With baggy pants and a heart full of fire, he shakes his fist at the tyrants. Bread for the hungry! Dignity for the worker! No more shall the rich dance while the poor shuffle in the dust! Unite, you weary souls of the factory floor! The future belongs to the many, not the few! Raise the red banner high and march, for the day of the commoner is coming, and Charlie’s cane shall lead the way!