The collective sings the song by communist Woody Guthrie that decries private proerty.
People think this song is an homage to the beauty of our landscape. Uh uh. This song is about anti-private property and the collective.
If the opening lines don’t hit you on the head with a hammer and sickle-
“This land is your land, this land is my land” (meaning all land should be publicly owned)-try these often omitted verses out for size:
There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me
Sign was painted, said “private property”
But on the back side it didn’t say nothing
This land was made for you and me
In the squares of the city,
In the shadow of a steeple;
By the relief office, I’d seen my people.
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking,
Is this land made for you and me?