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!