We shall laugh to scorn your power that now holds the South in awe; We shall trample on your customs, we shall spit upon your law; We shall outrage all your temples, we shall blaspheme all your gods.- We shall turn your slavepen over the plowman turns the clods!.
Covington Hall, "Us the Hoboes and Dreamers" (1912), Rebel Voices: An IWW Anthology, p. 260