Wait

PICKERS
CHAPEI
FORD
STRIKERS
ALABAMA
NEGROES
CUBA
UNEMPLOYED
MILLIONS
MEERUT
CHILD
LABOR
SCOTTSBORO
GERMAN
COMMUNISTS
POOR
FARMERS
BLACK
AFRICA
GRAPE
PICKERS
JAPANESE
CONSCRIPTS
JOHANNESBURG
MINERS

I am the Silent One,
Saying nothing,
Knowing no words to write,
Feeling only the bullets
And the hunger
And the stench of gas
Dying.
And nobody knows my name
But someday,
I shall raise my hand
And break the heads of you
Who starve me.
I shall raise my hand
And smash the spines of you
Who shoot me.

I shall take your guns
And turn them on you.

Starting with the bankers and the bosses
Traders and missionaries
Who pay the militarists
Who pay the soldiers
Who back the police
Who kill me—
And break my strikes
And break my rising—
I, silently,
And without a single learned word
Shall begin the slaughter
That will end my hunger
And your bullets
And the gas of capitalism
And make the world
My own.
When that is done,
I shall find words to speak
Wait!

MEERUT
HAITI
KOREA
CHILD
LABOR
SUGAR
HAITI
BONUS
KOREA
MEERUT
CHILD
LABOR
BONUS
HAITI
KOREA
SUGAR
CHILD
LABOR
HAITI
BONUS
KOREA
BLACK
HAITI
SUGAR
MEERUT
HAITI UNEMPLOYED MILLIONS CALIFORNIA CHERRY PICKERS STRIKING MINERS ALABAMA SUGAR BEET WORKERS INDIAN MASSES SCOTTSBORO SHANGHAI COOLIES PATTERSON SUGAR BEET WORKERS COLONIAL ASIA FRICK'S MINERS CUBA POOR FARMERS JAPANESE CONSCRIPTS WORKERS JOHANNESBURG MINERS CHAPEI ALABAMA NEGROES OXNARD SUGAR BEET WORKERS INDIAN MASSES BONUS MARCHERS FORD STRIKERS HAITI
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