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Won't you help support DayPoems? We Will Sing One SongBy Joe Hill1879.10.7-1915.9.19We will sing one song of the meek and humble slave, The horn-handed son of the soil, He's toiling hard from the cradle to the grave, But his master reaps the profits from his toil. Then we'll sing one song of the greedy master class, They're vagrants in broadcloth, indeed, They live by robbing the ever-toiling mass, Human blood they spill to satisfy their greed. CHORUS: Organize! Oh, toilers, come organize your might; Then we'll sing one song of the workers' commonwealth, Full of beauty, full of love and health. We will sing one song of the politician sly, He's talking of changing the laws; Election day all the drinks and smokes he'll buy, While he's living from the sweat of your brow. Then we'll sing one song of the girl below the line, She's scorned and despised everywhere, While in their mansions the "keepers" wine and dine From the profits that immoral traffic bear. We will sing one song of the preacher, fat and sleek, He tells you of homes in the sky. He says, "Be generous, be lowly, and be meek, If you don't you'll sure get roasted when you die." Then we sing one song of the poor and ragged tramp, He carries his home on his back; Too old to work, he's not wanted 'round the camp, So he wanders without aim along the track. We will sing one song of the children in the mills They're taken from playgrounds and schools, In tender years made to go the pace that kills, In the sweatshops, 'mong the looms and the spools. Then we'll sing one song of the One Big Union Grand, The hope of the toiler and slave, It's coming fast; it is sweeping sea and land, To the terror of the grafter and the knave. DayPoems Poem No. 2479 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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