The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1927-08-16
The Blood Of Martyrs
By M. ]. OLGIN.
Translated from the Freiheit by Joseph N. Katz.
THEY are spilling our blood.

THEY sping our blood.
They squeeze it out with iron presses in the iron
factories; they let it drip-ptchblack streamlets in
coal catacombs they suck it into delicate Silks expen-
sive points, caressng furs beauty, spendor.
They stand over heads with a whip of
hunger fear, desperation They pelt bodies with
horns of shame, contempt and hatred They stand up
golden mummy among and say: "Bow! Kiss the
fat paw! Burn incense for the wde-opened mouth"
When we say mo" they call the executioners
Adorned with things snowy the executioners. Vel
vetysoft the clean hands. Clear oil the round words
Pious the mien, holy the sigh SIN the of Justice
In the of Equality. In the of God almighty,
we put you down the block and for your good,
in order that you should be able to sin, cut
assunder for your rebelious neck. Amen. Amen"
In the name of Right. In the name of Democracy
WIND blows. quiet evening falls down upon fruit
"a laden fields Rivulets murmur. Somewhere sings a
grill. Somewhere smells Above lies wide blue
sky In their deah-house wait two comrades. In their
gravehouse count two comrade the remaining minutes.
One turns for the last time with deathscorched lips to
the brother workers of the whole world One yet
from gall and irony unfinished curse large, bony
hand reaches out grips them around chokes chokes.
In large libraries, among DID, heavy bands, with clean
mind and quiet heart sit the learned execuoners Beau
tful is the world God is just Cody is the sentence.
The will of the rulers be done.
Hey you overworked, famished, wake up!
You iron-smelters of Gary, lift up your eyes from
about!
You copper-diggers from Montana, straighten out
your bent spines, let down your heavy which drill
the belly of the earth, listen!
You, gum-spillers of Akron, turn away your faces
from the hot badsmellng stuffs catch the panracked
breath, ask: what's happening?
You weavers of Lawrence stop the notwithstanding
machines go out of the overheated torture chambers
talk things over
You railway-machnists over the length and breadth
of the mighty land. Catch the news that carries itself
from and far conclude, understand its meaning;
You workers of steel and wood, of linen and stone,
of meat and PITCH of oil and coal and cotton and leather
and gold and tin, you who work upon the ground and
under the water and in the woods and the houses
and in the bellies of the heavyaden ships, who build
the mighty and-from the age-old Canadian woods to
the blue Caribbean waters from the eternay feverish
New York to the dreamy, flower-woven San Diego and
far the shores of Mexico and furtheryou all
tured driven, with bread sure with feet stepped
upon, by no man respected-look about what is done
with For word of restlessness they send your
brothers to DEATH For not willing to make peace with
your slavery they slaughter these fighters Insolent
naughty brutal before all your eyes they lead upon the
echafot the sormbrd of your Glass; the callers of your
emancipation?
Hey, you slaves, when will you already feel that you
the strong and that strength stand against
you, If you only will?
eACCo! vANzETTI! Brother martyrs! Like the first
birds of Spring you hit against the ice of your broth
ers hearts, the ice of ignorance dulness indifference
You have drop by drop given away the warm blood
your loveul hearts and the ice is beginning melt
Sacco! Vanzetti! In dark time you were brought to
the edge of the grave, hour of history when the
whip Whistles the wolves howl and the appetite grows
and loosely hang the hands of the masses and you
have been betrayed by the leaders, and the yellow god
of plumber and shame gnds his teeth laughs at the
world.
Sacco! Vanzetti! We have done and do all that we
canwe the few the SEEING the forward going the
defeated We have surrounded you with our love- as
with red fortress; have famed you with the storm
of protests; have lifted up our voices in high
and burning cry But small is our number among the
tens OF millions of class brothers, who still lie caught
in the foes nets and great is the betrayal of those
who could but did not want to drill through the deaf
wall and upft the masses.
But you must live!
BROTHERS! Martyrs! Great is the pain.i Heavy the
~ heart. Why should we deny tit is dav of
mourning for all.
Saccol Vanzetti! Take heart: you are not alone We
are with you. Our heart is filled with your pain Our
blood trembles with every drop of your blood.
Sacco! Vanzetti! We swear. By your martyrdom do
we swear to hold fast the flag go daringy forward
to awaken the fallen away unite the divided to make
seeing the blind to forge strength, to lift fist
Sacco Vanzetti! Not for nothing is your sacrifice
Upon good ground fall the seeds of your work There
will day. The slave will arise brother will
recognize brother. The ranks will close Revenge
will come Freedom will come
/ From martyr-hlood will arise liberation
We swear