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Written in red their protest stands,

For the Gods of the World to see;

On the dooming wall their bodiless hands

Have blazoned “Upharsin,” and flaring brands

Illumine the message: “Seize the lands!

Open the prisons and make men free!”

Flame out the living words of the dead

Written⁠—in⁠—red.

Gods of the World! Their mouths are dumb!

Your guns have spoken and they are dust.

But the shrouded Living, whose hearts were numb,

Have felt the beat of a wakening drum

Within them sounding⁠—the Dead Men’s tongue⁠—

Calling: “Smite off the ancient rust!”

Have beheld “Resurrexit,” the word of the Dead,

Written⁠—in⁠—red.

Bear it aloft, O roaring flame!

Skyward aloft, where all may see.

Slaves of the World! Our cause is the same;

One is the immemorial shame;

One is the struggle, and in One name⁠—

Manhood⁠—we battle to set men free.

“Uncurse us the Land!” burn the words of the Dead,

Written⁠—in⁠—red.