THRO' the mists of years, <br />Thro' the lies of men, <br />Your bloody sweat and tears, <br />Your desperate hopes and fears <br />Reach us once again, <br />Brothers, who long ago, <br />For life's bitter sake, <br />Toiled and suffered so, <br />Robbery, insult, blow, <br />Rope and sword and stake: <br />Toiled and suffered, till <br />It burst, the brightening hope, <br />'Might and right' and 'will and skill,' <br />That scorned, and does, and will, <br />Sword and stake and rope! <br />Wat and Jack and John, <br />Tyler, Straw, and Ball, <br />Souls that faltered not, <br />Hearts like white iron hot, <br />Still we hear your call! <br />Yes, your 'bell is rung,' <br />Yes, for 'now is time!' <br />Come hither, every one, <br />Brave ghosts whose day's not done, <br />Avengers of old Crime, <br />Come and lead the way, <br />Hushed, implacable, <br />Suffering no delay, <br />Forgetting not that day <br />Dreadful, hateful, fell. <br />When the liar King, <br />The liar Gentlemen, <br />Wrought that foulest thing, <br />Robbing, murdering, <br />Men who trusted them! <br />Come and lead the way, <br />Hushed, implacable. <br />What shall stop us, say, <br />On that day, our day? — <br />Not unloosened hell!<br /><br />Francis William Lauderdale Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-peasants-revolt/
