From the June 1920 issue of the Socialist Standard
There is a wail that breaks upon our hearing;
A mournful whisper borne upon the wind;
A sightless army through the night is steering,
Blind! Blind! Blind!
Eyes that are blind to life and life's awakening,
What do you seek and what expect to find ?
A world new-born without your aid in making ?
Blind! Blind! Blind!
’Tie you yourselves who must through toil and sorrow,
Loosen the chains your minds and bodies bind.
Think you that we can build the new tomorrow?
Blind ! Blind ! Blind !
When you shall rend the veil that seeks to blind you,
When to the winds your old-time dreams are hurled,
Then shall you break the fetters that now bind you
And win the world.
F. J. Webb
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