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Under A Socialist System Every Nation Will Be The Supreme Arbiter Of Its Own Destinies, National And International; Will Be Forced Into No Alliance Against Its Will, But Will Have Its Independence Guaranteed And Its Freedom Respected By The Enlightened Self-interest Of The Socialist Democracy Of The World.

The Irishman Frees Himself From Slavery When He Realizes The Truth That The Capitalist System Is The Most Foreign Thing In Ireland. The Irish Question Is A Social Question. The Whole Age-long Fight Of The Irish People Against Their Oppressors Resolves Itself In The Last Analysis Into A Fight For The Mastery Of The Means Of Life, The Sources Of Production, In Ireland. Who Would Own And Control The Land? The People, Or The Invaders; And If The Invaders, Which Set Of Them - The Most Recent Swarm Of Land Thieves, Or The Sons Of The Thieves Of A Former Generation?

Only The Irish Working Class Remains As The Incorruptible Inheritors Of The Fight For Freedom In Ireland.

All These Mountains Of Irish Dead, All These Corpses Mangled Beyond Recognition, All These Arms, Legs, Eyes, Ears, Fingers, Toes, Hands, All These Shivering Putrefying Bodies And Portions Of Bodies Once Warm Living And Tender Parts Of Irish Men And Youths - All These Horrors In Flanders Or The Gallipoli Peninsula, Are All Items In The Price Ireland Pays For Being Part Of The British Empire.

We, At Least, Are Not Loyal Men: We Confess To Having More Respect And Honour For The Raggedest Child Of The Poorest Labourer In Ireland Today Than For Any, Even The Most Virtuous, Descendant Of The Long Array Of Murderers, Adulterers And Madmen Who Have Sat Upon The Throne Of England.