May this dour land go back now whence it came—To early granite, to implacable sea.
May there descend on it the cleansing flame Of some remote supreme catastrophe
Divorcing it forever with its shame
From men who would be generous, wise and free.
From “Prayer in Massachusetts” by Arthur Davison Ficke

All over the world people are hopefully, heartbrokenly watching the Sacco-Vanzetti Case as a focus in the unending fight for human rights of oppressed individuals and masses against oppressing individuals and masses. From Facing the Chair
by John Dos Passo

For if anyone so much as named their name,
It would mean not them but you yourselves and shame,
And looking on their likeness he would see
Not them in prison cells but you and me—
And would find recorded on their graveyard stone
That the death we meant for them became your own.
From “The Condemned”
by Witter Bynner
  

Yet history knows: to every age, its crimes;
Empires half-fledged cannot be wholly wise.
We shudder, learning to endure our times,
And from the threatened flood avert our eyes.
Our senses will applaud the world again.
But who can clap life into murdered men?
From “Of Sacco and Vanzetti”
by Babette Deutsch