Sunday, 3 May 2015
The Sunday Posts 2015/ On Polling Day
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
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