Sinner! Socialist!

Jump in the calling cauldron!

Burn! Suffer, loner!

What can I do? Who am I?

Should I cry? Sorrow

slings, swallows, sings sadly.

Slits me. Skewers me.

Should I fight? I am myself.

Fight! Fearless. Flawless.

Sinner? Yes! Socialist? Yes!

But perfectly me.