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The thief, the harlot and the murderer; From haunts and dens of sin unspeakable. Through busy market-place I take my way, Upon my slimy trail my following, While ruin, devastation, rapine foul, Its hydra-head rears high above the throng. We leave upon our track dishonored homes. Children defiled, and youths degenerate; The fair, white, virgin bodies of young maids, In gross embrace deflowered, then trampled down. Our battle cry rings through the trembling world, " Equality, fraternity for all !... " Is this fraternity, equality? Tortured and broken from the mills we come, From awful Stygian darkness of the mines ; Starving and maddened by our impotence, Monsters that once were brothers, we arise. What hand has set us free to work our will.? Not God who in His image made us all. And gave the earth that we might eat and live ; Not God, — but man, exultant in his might, Obsessed with thirst of power to emulate [97] Divinity and make all worlds his own. Man, — the proud conqueror of earth and air, The lord supreme of nature's mysteries, — Strides over prostrate bodies of his serfs, Heedless alike of curses and of prayers ; The strong, the weak, the innocent, the old, He grinds to indistinguishable pulp To furnish forth his Bacchanalian feasts, Till, turned to beasts, raging like beasts they rise, And from their agony, behold I am.
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