Break ye your chains, strike off your fetters; Beat them to swords, the Foe appears. Slaves of the world arise and crush him-- Crush him or serve a thousand years. Join in the fight--the Final Battle, Welcome the fray with ringing cheers. These are the times our fathers dreamed of, Fought to attain a thousand years. Be ye prepared, be not unworthy, Greater the task when triumph nears. Master the earth, O men of labor; Long have ye learned--a thousand years. Out of the East the sun is rising, Out of the night the day appears; See! at your feet the world is waiting, Bought with your blood a thousand years. THE EUNUCH (To those who fight on the side of the Powers of Darkness) Once a Eunuch by the palace In the sunset's fading glow Felt the soft warm breezes blow; Watched the fair girls of the Harem Idly saunter to and fro. Saw he beauty young and lavish-- Fierce to lure man's every sense-- (Grim the Eunuch stood and tense) Laughingly the sparkling fountain Mocked his bleak incompetence. Came the Sultan from his hunting Flaming with the zest of life; (Laid aside were spear and knife) Came for wine and song and feasting, Came to seek his fairest wife. Opened then the marble portals. Fragrant incense filled the air, (Sandalwood and roses rare) While the girls with red-lipped languor Scattered flowers everywhere. Far away the fabled mountains, (Like some paradise of old) Glowed with lavender and gold. Tense the Eunuch stood and silent-- Tense and sullen, tense and cold. Now a quick impotent fury Lashed him like a bronze-tipped cord. Sprang he at the youthful lord, Sprang again with blade all bloody . . . (Famished lust and dripping sword.) * * * * * Night crept on all chill and ghastly, Jackals trotted forth to bark, (Murder shuddered, still and stark . . .) By the palace ceased the fountain And the whole grey world grew dark. I. W. W. PRISON SONG (Tune: "The Red Flag") The pale and dismal daylight falls Through iron bars on prison walls. In chains we came from far and near, And in dark cells they hold us here. CHORUS Defiant 'neath the Iron Heel; Their walls of stone and bars of steel! For though all hell at us is hurled, We and our kind shall rule the world! At us the blood-hounds are let loose, The lynch-mobs with the knotted noose; In legal sanctioned mask and gown The New Black Hundreds hunt us down. To all brave comrades o'er the sea, In chains for human liberty, And all jailed rebels everywhere We say: be bold to do and dare! By all the graves of Labor's dead, By Labor's deathless flag of red, We make a solemn vow to you,-- We'll keep the faith; we will be true.