The Ballad of the Strikers' Creed

In steel and rail the world was built, By minds that dared, by hands unspilt, Yet looters came with laws and chains, To bleed the bold and reap their gains. Dagny rode the silver track, While Rearden bore the world’s weight back, They forged ahead through smoke and lies, As freedom dimmed in twilight skies. “Who is John Galt?” the people cried, A whisper lost where hope had died, But deep within the mountain’s heart, The builders made a world apart. No taxes stole their honest bread, No guilt was laid on those who led, They struck against the moral theft, And left the looters nothing left. The mind, they said, must not be chained, Nor genius punished, nor truth disdained, Let merit rule, let reason reign, Let liberty break every chain. So when the cities cracked and fell, And silence rang the warning bell, The strikers rose with fire and pride, And claimed the world the looters denied. Now hear this song, ye hearts unbowed, Stand firm, stand free, stand tall and proud, For in the soul that dares to strive, The flame of Galt remains alive.