Bring us with our hands abound, 
   Our teeth knocked out, 
   Our heads broken,

Bring us shouting curses, or crying, 
   Or silent as tomorrow.
Bring us the electric chair, 
   Or the shooting wall, 
   Or the guillotine.

But you can’t kill all of us.
   You can’t silence all of us.
   You can’t stop all of us—

Kill Vanzetti in Boston and 
   Huang Ping rises In China.

We’re like those rivers
   That fill with the melted snow in spring
   And flood the land  in all directions. 

Our Spring has come.[...]