Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, RED FLAG, by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY



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RED FLAG, by            
First Line: This is no time for tears, no place for mournful poses
Last Line: Our children shall win to freedom; theirs shall pay the score.
Alternate Author Name(s): Cheyney, Ralph
Subject(s): Death; Freedom; Injustice; War; Dead, The; Liberty


This is no time for tears, no place for mournful poses.
We have a trust to fill before our brief day closes.

A hundred thousand Saccos and Vanzettis starkly die
Whose agonizing arms accuse the stormy, blooded sky

On battlefields, in dismal mills and dank, dark mines,
In fetid tenements and on brave, far-flung picket-lines.

Whence comes the hue that stains the workers' flag so red?
The rich have dyed it deep with the blood of our slaughtered dead.

It is they who have sown the tempest, they who have made it war.
Our children shall win to freedom; theirs shall pay the score.





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