She had a vision of their liberation.
She also mounted steed and armor donned.
The soap-box or the platform is her steed.
Her coat of mail defiance of the powers.
She too to victory an army leads.
Her army is the risen proletariat,
In arms against their pitiless exploiters.
She too is hated by the church and state.
They’d burn her at the stake if they but dared,
Condemned for witchcraft or some other crime.