The Heretics

They say we are revolters—that we
stirred
The workers of all nations to rebel—
And that we would not compromise
with Hell,
But damned it with our every deed and
word.
They feared us as we faced them unde-
terred,
And gave us each a coffin of a cell
In this steel cave where living corpses
dwell—
Hate-throttled here that we might not
be heard.
We are those fools too stubborn-willed
to bend
Our neck to Wrong and parley and dis-
cuss.
Today we face the awful test of fire—
The prison, gallows, cross—but in the
end
Your sons will call their children
after us
And name their dogs from men you
now admire!