Poem by Louisa Sarah Bevington

In Memoriam

Mad, as the world calls mad,
    See Anarchy's few;
Fighting the False and the Bad
    In all that they do;
Forcing a way for the Glad,
    The Pure, and the True.

Bolder and clearer it grows
    The Anarchist task;
Liberty's plausible foes
    To assail and unmask;
Handing the torch as it glows
    To all who may ask.

Great! oh, exceedingly great,
    The Anarchists' claim!
Fusing the falsehood of State
    In unquenchable flame;
Breaking the fetters of fate
    In Humanity's name.

Breathing with fiery breath
    On the mammonite crew;
Fearless, in splendor of faith,
    Of the worst they can do;
Blessed, in life and in death,
    O beneficent few!

1. The Poet’s Tear
2. Unperfected
3. “Merle Wood”
4. Revolution
5. Not Ye Who Goad

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