<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hymn of the Socialists</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common stye<br>In the city’s offal-holes, where the dregs of its horrors lie —<br>By the prayers that bubble out, but never ascend to God,<br>We swear the tyrants of earth to rout, with tongue and with pen and sword! <br>By the child that sees the light, where the pestilent air stagnates,<br>By the woman, worn and white, who under the street-lamp waits,<br>By the horror of vice that thrives in the dens of the wretched poor,<br>We swear to strike when the time arrives, for all that is good and pure! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the rights that were always ours — the rights that we ne’er enjoyed,<br>And the gloomy cloud that lowers on the brow of the unemployed;<br>By the struggling mothers and wives — by girls in the streets of sin —<br>We swear to strike when the time arrives, for our kind and our kith and kin! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By our burning hate for men who rob us of ours by might,<br>And drive to the slum and den, the poor from the sun and light,<br>By the hell-born greed that drives our sons o’er the world to roam,<br>We swear to strike when the time arrives, and strike for our friends and home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the little of manhood left in a world of want and sin,<br>By the rift in the dark cloud’s brow where the light still struggles in,<br>By the love that scarce survives in a stream that is sluggish and thin,<br>We swear to work till the time arrives for ourselves and our kind and kin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little of love may dry in its stream that scarcely flows,<br>The little of manhood die and the rift in the dark clouds close,<br>And hope may vanish from earth and all that is pure and bright,<br>But we swear to strike eer that time has birth with the whole of our gathered might!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408839" data-title="The Hymn of the Socialists de Henry Lawson" data-description="By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common stye In the city’s offal-holes, where the dregs of its horrors lie — By the prayers that bubble out, but never ascend to God, We swear the tyrants of earth to rout, with tongue and with pe..."></div> </div> </div>

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