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• 1 2016-11-11T14:25:59-05:00 Song of the New Soldier and Worker 3 Claude McKay. Workers Dreadnought. April 3, 1920 plain 2016-11-14T14:02:14-05:00 1920 Capitalism, Labor, Revolution, Class
  We are tired, tired, tired—we are work-weary and war-weary;
  What though the skies are soft-blue and the birds still sing
  And the balmy air of day is like wine? Life is dreary
  ​And the whole wide world is sick and suffering.
  
  ​We are weary, weary, weary, sad and tired no longer
  ​Will we go on as before, glad to be the willing tools
  ​Of the hard and heartless few, the favoured and the stronger,
  ​Who have strength to crush and kill, for we are fools.
  
  ​We will calmly fold our arms sore from laboring and aching,
  ​We will not still feed and guard the hungry, hideous, huge machine
  ​That yawns with ugly mouth, performs its grim task of life-breaking
  ​Like a fat whore, coarse and brazen and obscene.
  
  O, to pull the thing to pieces! O, to wreck it all and smash
  ​With the power and the will that only holy hate can give;
  ​Even though our broken bodies may be caught in the crash—
  Even so—that children yet unborn may live!
  
  --Workers Dreadnought, April 3, 1920. Signed as "Hugh Hope"