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Justice Thunders Condemnation

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Uploaded on Sep 5, 2011

Celebrating some of the successes in the ongoing struggle for workers' rights and protections. Photos: Lewis Hine. Videos: Thomas Edison. Title comes from a line from the American version (translated by Charles Hope Kerr) of "The Internationale" (music by Pierre De Geyter, played here by Harmonie-Orchester in 1929).

Adaptation of the Kerr translation, as it appeared in the International Workers of the World Songbook, 34th ed.:

Arise, ye prisoners of starvation!
Arise, ye wretched of the earth!
For justice thunders condemnation --
A better world's in birth!
No more tradition's chains shall bind us.
Arise, ye slaves, no more in thrall;
The earth shall rise on new foundations.
We have been naught, we shall be all.

Refrain:
'Tis the final conflict.
Let each stand in his place.
The international union
Shall be the human race.

We want no condescending saviors
To rule us from their judgment hall.
We workers ask not for their favors.
Let us consult for all.
To make the thief disgorge his booty,
To free the spirit from its cell,
We must ourselves decide our duty,
We must decide and do it well.

The law oppresses us and tricks us,
The wage slave system drains our blood;
The rich are free from obligation,
The laws the poor delude.
Too long we've languished in subjection,
Equality has other laws;
"No rights," says she, "without their duties,
No claims on equals without cause."

Behold them seated in their glory,
The kings of mine and rail and soil!
What have you read in all their story,
But how they plundered toil?
Fruits of the workers' toil are buried
In strongholds of the idle few.
In working for their restitution,
The men will only claim their due.

We toilers from all fields united
Join hand in hand with all who work;
The earth belongs to us, the workers,
No room here for the shirk.
How many on our flesh have fattened!
But if the noisome birds of prey
Shall vanish from the sky some morning,
The blessed sunlight then will stay.

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