Some Day The Workers Will Take Possession

I Am Not Afraid Of The Pen, Or The Scaffold, Or The Sword. I Will Tell The Truth Wherever I Please.

Mourn The Dead, Fight Like Hell For The Living

All The Average Human Being Asks Is Something He Can Call A Home; A Family That Is Fed And Warm; And Now And Then A Little Happiness; Once In A Long While An Extravagance.

I Am Not Blind To The Shortcomings Of Our Own People. I Am Not Unaware That Leaders Betray, And Sell Out, And Play False. But This Knowledge Does Not Outweigh The Fact That My Class, The Working Class, Is Exploited, Driven, Fought Back With The Weapon Of Starvation, With Guns And With Venal Courts Whenever They Strike For Conditions More Human, More Civilized For Their Children, And For Their Children's Children.

My Address Is Like My Shoes. It Travels With Me. I Abide Where There Is A Fight Against Wrong.