Ut Sementem Feceris, Ita Metes

Ut Sementem Feceris, Ita Metes

The work addresses themes of justice, oppression, and the inevitable consequences of tyranny. It opens with a poignant reflection on the suffering of a political prisoner, highlighting the brutality of the state and the moral outrage it incites. The imagery of nature—clouds, volcanoes, and fires—serves as a metaphor for the buildup of societal anger and the eventual eruption of vengeance against oppression. The narrative emphasizes the idea that the suffering of individuals, particularly those who stand against injustice, accumulates and leads to a collective reckoning. The author contemplates the unknown factors that contribute to revolutionary change, suggesting that while the specifics of suffering may be unclear, the outcome—a reckoning with tyranny—is certain. The work critiques the complacency of those in power and the indifference of society towards the plight of the oppressed. It calls for awareness and action, asserting that the pain inflicted on the innocent will ultimately lead to a backlash against the oppressors. The tone is both urgent and defiant, urging readers to recognize their role in the cycle of injustice and to prepare for the inevitable consequences of their inaction. The piece serves as a rallying cry for solidarity among the oppressed and a warning to those who perpetuate violence and oppression. It underscores the interconnectedness of individual suffering and collective action, positing that the seeds of hatred sown by tyrants will eventually yield a harvest of resistance and retribution. The work concludes with a powerful reminder that history is shaped by the struggles of the marginalized and that the time for justice will come, driven by the accumulated grievances of the oppressed.

By Voltairine De Cleyre · First published 1912 · Genre: Political Poetry, Social Critique, Protest Literature · 184 words

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(To the Czar, on a woman, a political prisoner, being flogged to death in Siberia.)

How many drops must gather to the skies Before the cloud-burst comes, we may not know; How hot the fires in under hells must glow Ere the volcano's scalding lavas rise, Can none say; but all wot the hour is sure!

Who dreams of vengeance has but to endure!

He may not say how many blows must fall, How many lives be broken on the wheel, How many corpses stiffen 'neath the pall, How many martyrs fix the blood-red seal; But certain is the harvest time of Hate!

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Anarchism · Philosophy · Politics · Socialism · Feminism · Individualism · Liberty · Freedom · Autonomy · Critique of Authority · Societal Commentary · Existentialism

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