There's an inner thing in every man, Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years, And will do so to the end.
It was born when time did not exist, And it grew up out of life, It cut down evil's strangling vines, Like a slashing searing knife.
It lit fires when fires were And burnt the mind of man, Tempering leadened hearts to CAB SOM steel, began.
Babylon, loss, agony, the Cross.
sword, 'Spartacus', Along the Appian Way. From the time that time It went by the waters of And when all men were a It screeched in writhing And it hung bleeding from It died in Rome by lion and And in defiant cruel array, When the deathly word was heel. It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor, And frightened lord and king, And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare, As e'er a living thing.
It smiled in holy innocence, Before conquistadors of old, So meek and tame and unaware, Of the deathly power of gold. It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets, And stormed the old Bastille, And marched upon the serpent's head, And crushed it 'neath its It died in blood on Buffalo Plains, And starved by moons of rain, Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee, But it will come to rise again.
It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes, As it was knelt upon the And it died in great defiance As they coldly shot it down.
It is found in every light of hope, It knows no bounds nor space, dead, skies. right!'.
Micky Devine It has risen in red and black and white, It is there in every race.
It lies in the hearts of heroes It screams in tyrants' eyes, It has reached the peak of mountains high, It comes searing 'cross the It lights the dark of this prison cell, It thunders forth its might, It is 'the undauntable thought', my friend That thought that says 'I'm Socialist Challenge 17 December 1981
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