Lyrics
Blaze
I can see the fire alight in you
Can you see the spark in me?
Maybe we could be the heat needed to light the fire
The one that finally burns this system down to a smouldering heap
I believe that August Spies was right
When he was hanged that miserable night
That upon his death a million fires would ignite
For you can kill one person, but you cannot kill the fight
Sparks here, Sparks there
I see sparks everywhere
This is still a world of classes
There is still exploitation of the masses
The fuel is still made up of alienation and oppression
And this system, with all its butchery, could end tonight
Sparks here, Sparks there
I see sparks everywhere
“If you think that by hanging us you can stomp out the labor movement – the movement from which the downtrodden millions who toil and live in want and misery – the wage slaves – expect salvation – if this is your opinion, then hang us! Here you will tread upon a spark, but there and there, and behind you and in front of you, and everywhere, flames will blaze up.” – August Spies
(Mark Vermin)
