Written in red their protest stands,
For the Gods of the World to see;
On the dooming wall their bodiless hands
have blazoned Upharsin, and flaring brands
Illumine the message: Seize the lands!
Open the prisons and make men free!
Flame out the living words of the dead
Written-in-red.
Gods of the World! Their mouths are dumb!
Your guns have spoken and they are dust.
But the shrouded Living, whose hearts were numb,
have felt the beat of a wakening drum
Within them sounding — the Dead men’s tongue —
Calling : Smite off the ancient rust!
Have beheld Resurrexit, the word of the Dead,
Written-in-red.
Bear it aloft, O roaring flame!
Skyward aloft, where all may see.
Slaves of the World! Our cause is the same;
One is the immemorial shame;
One is the struggle, and in One name —
Manhood— we battle to set men free.
Uncurse us the Land! burn the words of the Dead,
Written-in-red.