Here is one that might have helped put an end to imprisonment solely for debt here in the U.S.
Mechanics, Working Men, your rights maintain, Boldly stand forth, nor let oppression reign;
Shrink not before the coward's lordling's face,
Who meanly seeks to brand you with disgrace;
The kindled arch shall shed its flames abroad,
To guide you on, in Freedom's opening road.
Look forth, where fell your sires, on Bunker's height,
And nobly dare, like them, th' unequal fight.
Your cause, as sacred, shall at last succeed
And tyrants fall, through freeman first may bleed.
Proudly as waves your nation's flag on high,
Be yours the pride to guard it, or to die;
Long shall it spread its folds o'er earth and sea,
With this your motto - Death or Liberty?
But are we free indeed? I blush to say,
Rude gothic mists and darkness cloud our day:
Which honest men are doom'd in jail to lie,
The rich rogue passes unmolested by
Is such a country free? shame on your laws!
Your fathers - did they toil in such a cause?
O, boast no more freedom - a mere name -
A visionary pride - an empty fame!
Where now the spirit that once fired the breast
Of every man by tyranny oppressed?
'Tis gone - and petty power uprears its head,
While ye, its victims, tamely shrink in dread.
Give but the word, Mechanics, and 'tis done -
Retrieve the holy rights your fathers won -
Down with the Laborer's curse - e'en foriegn gold,
Ere liberty and life, and country's sold.
-Printed in Maine Working Men's Advocate, August 9, 1832