My will is easy to decide For there is nothing to divide My kin don't need to fuss and moan 'Moss does not cling to a rolling stone.' My body? - Oh. - If I could choose I would to ashes it reduce And let the merry breezes blow My dust to where some flowers grow Perhaps some fading flower then Would come to life and bloom again This is my Last and final Will Good Luck to All of you Joe Hill.

Workers of the world awaken. Break your chains, demand your rights. All the wealth you make is taken, by exploiting parasites. Shall you kneel in deep submissi…

A pamphlet, no matter how good, is never read more than once, but a song is learned by heart and repeated over and over. And I maintain that if a person can pu…

There is power, there is power in a band of working men, when they stand, hand in hand. That's a power, that's a power that must rule in every land - One Indus…

Most opportunely friends, has the time now come for me to leave life, which I rejoice to return to Nature, at her demand, like an honorable debtor, not (as som…

If I work incessantly to the last, nature owes me another form of existence when the present one collapses.

Ah, no; the years, the years; Down their carved names the raindrop plows.