We have no words to waste on you.

When you reach out your vaunted strong hands for our palaces and purpled ease, we will show you what strength is.

In roar of shell and shrapnel and in whine of machine-guns will our answer be couched.* We will grind you revolutionists down under our heel, and we shall walk upon your faces.
The world is ours, we are its lords, and ours it shall remain.

As for the host of labor, it has been in the dirt since history began, and I read history aright.

And in the dirt it shall remain so long as I and mine and those that come after us have the power.