We’ll make them pay for all their dirty murders—
We’ll show them how a starveling’s hate can sting!
They riddled us with volley after volley;
We heard their speeding bullets zip and ring,
But soon we’ll make them suffer for their folly—
O, Buddy, how I’m longing for the spring!
From Ecclesiastes
Surely oppression maketh a wise man mad.
Political Violence
(From an Anarchist pamphlet published in London; author unknown)