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Rh Communists, Socialists, Nihilists, Rent-rebels, Strikers, behold! They are fruit of the seed you have sown—God has prospered your planting. They come From the earth, like the army of death. You have sowed the teeth of the dragon! Hark to the bay of the leader! You shall hear the roar of the pack As sure as the stream goes seaward. The crust on the crater beneath you Shall crack and crumble and sink, with your laws and rules That breed the million to toil for the luxury of the ten— That grind the rent from the tiller's blood for drones to spend— That hold the teeming planet as a garden plot for a thousand— That draw the crowds to the cities from the healthful fields and woods—