THE INDUSTRIAL HERETICS

They say we are revolters — that we stirred

The workers of all nations to rebel —

And that we would not compromise with Hell,

But damned it with our every deed and word.

They feared us as we faced them undeterred,

And gave us each a coffin of a cell

In this steel cave where living corpses dwell —

Hate-throttled here that we might not be heard.

We are those fools too stubborn-willed to bend

Our necks to Wrong and parley and discuss.

Today we face the awful test of fire —

The prison, gallows, cross — but in the end

Your sons will call your children after us

And name their dogs from men you now admire!