[INTRO] Hark, the iron clarion across the Hudson roars, Hark, the footfalls echo on Manhattan’s floors. Red as blood, the banners drown the morning sun, Comrade Mandami comes—your freedom’s come undone. — [VERSE 1] Steel hands seize the skyline, drag it to its knees, The brokers’ shrieking fortunes vanish on the breeze. Every shop and … Continue reading Here Comes Comrade Mandami