To a Workman, a would-be Suicide
MAN of despair and d**h,
Bought and slaved in the gangs,
Starved and stripped and left
To the pitiful, pitiless night,
Away with your selfish thoughts!
Touch not your ignorant life!
Are there no masters of slaves,
Jeering, cynical, strong —
Are there no brigands (say),
With the words of Christ on their lips,
And the daggers under their cloaks —
Is there not one of these
That you can steal on and k**?
O as the Swiss mountaineer
Dogged on the perilous heights
His disciplined conqueror foes:
Caught up one in his arms
And, laughing exultantly,
Plunged with him to the abyss:
So let it be with you!
An eye for an eye, and a tooth
For a tooth, and a life for a life!
Tell it, this hateful strong
Contemptuous, hypocrite World,
Tell it that, if we must live
As dogs and as worse than dogs,
At least we can die like men!
Tell it there is a woe
Not for the conquered alone!
An eye for an eye, and a tooth
For a tooth, and a life for a life.