I May Not Be Able To Say

I Would Not Be A Moses To Lead You Into The Promised Land, Because If I Could Lead You Into It, Someone Else Could Lead You Out Of It.

I Am Not A Capitalist Soldier; I Am A Proletarian Revolutionist. I Do Not Belong To The Regular Army Of The Plutocracy, But To The Irregular Army Of The People. I Refuse To Obey Any Command To Fight From The Ruling Class, But I Will Not Wait To Be Commanded To Fight For The Working Class. I Am Opposed To Every War But One; I Am For That War With Heart And Soul, And That Is The World-wide War Of Social Revolution. In That War I Am Prepared To Fight In Any Way The Ruling Class May Make Necessary, Even To The Barricades.

As Long As This Great Army Of Workers Is Scattered Among So Many Craft Unions, It Will Be Impossible For Them To Unite And Act In Harmony Together. Craft Unionism Is The Negation Of Solidarity. The More Unions You Have, The Less Unity.

If I Were Hungry And Friendless Today, I Would Rather Take My Chances With A Saloon-keeper Than With The Average Preacher.

From The Crown Of My Head To The Soles Of My Feet I Am Bolshevik, And Proud Of It.