<h3> <SPAN name="guard"></SPAN> THE RED GUARD </h3>
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Sons of the dawn! No more shall you enslave<br/>
Nor lull them with your honied lies to sleep,<br/>
Nor lead them on like herds of human sheep,<br/>
To hopeless slaughter for the loot you crave.<br/>
For now upon you, wave on mighty wave,<br/>
The iron-stern battalions rise and leap<br/>
To extirpate your breed and bury deep<br/>
And sow with salt the unlamented grave!<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Accursed Monster — nightmare of the years—<br/>
Pause but a moment ere you pass away!<br/>
Pause and behold the earth made clean and pure—<br/>
Our earth, that you have drenched with blood and tears—<br/>
Then greet the crimson usurer of Day,—<br/>
The mighty Proletarian Dictature!<br/></p>
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