they sentenced anarchy to death in 1887. in the wake of the Haymarket Affair, they tried in vain to hang a fifth figure on a chilly November day, attempted to fit a noose on an idea that's bullet-proof.
solidarity. liberty. equality.
a refrain that remains in remembrance of Engel, Fischer, Parsons, Spies, and every man, woman, and child whose life was robbed by the State before his or her time.
a mantra celebrating the universal qualities capable of unifying humanity even in the face of an apparatus arraigned to divide and segregate.
we march in Chicago and Seattle, in Toronto and NYC, continuing the fight they began for dignity and a living wage— our burning rage growing to a conflagration as we wave black flags and reclaim the city streets from killer cops and corporate oligarchs.
authority an illusion we will shed in the tides of black and red, united against injustice.
"The time will come when our silence will be more powerful than the voices you strangle today." - August Spies, anarchist & labor organizer
In solidarity with those protesting across the globe for a living wage, this poem is dedicated to the memory of the Haymarket 8 and every other anarchist prisoner in the world today.