Arise, ye workers from your slumber,
Arise, ye prisoners of want.
For reason in revolt now thunders,
and at last ends the age of cant!
Away with all your superstitions,
Servile masses, arise, arise!
We'll change henceforth the old tradition,
And spurn the dust to win the prize!
excerpt from 'L'Internationale'
By Eugene Poltier
2 comments:
Hari OM
Rousing indeed! Nearly there... Have a very very fine week Alistair! YAM xx
Enjoy your weeks without me xx
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