When a nation falls into crisis, it is not the chill of a single day.
When the people's livelihood withers, it is not one person's crime.
Yet today, the kingdom has been defeated; workers are scattered and homeless; children die beneath the wheels of machines; wounded soldiers beg for food in the streets; widows wail at factory gates—while the capitalists still squat beneath their smokestacks, hide their ledgers, rely on the authorities, defy the laws of the land, worship profit as their forefathers, and treat workers as firewood.
Now, throughout the nation, all who have suffered at their hands bear eight hatreds.
First: they borrow the nation's name to pursue private gain.
Second: they take lives, yet still call it freedom.
Third: they profit from time, yet refuse to bear responsibility.
Fourth: they collude with corrupt officials to stop the people's mouths.
Fifth: they use children as kindling and women and infants as coal.
Sixth: they incite division and ruin the nation's foundations.
Seventh: they manipulate public opinion, turning black into white and white into black.
Eighth: they profit from national calamity and earn bloodstained money.