Only The Irish Working Class Remains As

There Can Be No Perfect Europe In Which Ireland Is Denied Even The Least Of Its National Rights.

However It May Be For Others, For Us Of The Citizen Army There Is But One Ideal - An Ireland Ruled, And Owned, By Irish Men And Women, Sovereign And Independent From The Centre To The Sea, And Flying Its Own Flag Outward Over All The Oceans.

Without The Power Of The Industrial Union Behind It, Democracy Can Only Enter The State As The Victim Enters The Gullet Of The Serpent.

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.

The Irish Republic Must Be Made A Word To Conjure With - A Rallying Point For The Disaffected, A Haven For The Oppressed, A Point Of Departure For The Socialist, Enthusiastic In The Cause Of Human Freedom.