August Spies: You may strangle this voice, but there will be a time when our silence will be more powerful than the voices you strangle today.
Albert Parsons: O men
of America, let the voice of the people be heard!
Still bright, and
searing ignorance and fear,
This stronger beacon
that you tended burns
And on this day of each
advancing year
The memory of that
first May First
returns.
But now the widespread
fingers strengthen,
grow
More lithe, and flexing
at the wrist--
O fingers forming to
the fist!
Now is the imminence of
commmonweal--
The turgid lambency of
molten iron
Hardening in even lines
of steel.
Burton Jerome Barnett
(Picture: Prelude to a
Million Years, Lynn Ward)
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