Submitted by dalcassian on 10 January, 2016 - 8:58
Author: HENRY GEORGE WEISS.
While they have laughing and song, brothers.
And the wine running red.
All over the earth are babies and mothers
Dying for bread.
While they have beauty and love, brothers.
And riot in ease.
In the cold and the rain and the dark, brothers.
We starve and we freeze.
While they have plenty and more, brothers.
Of the things we have made,
On the streets of the world we are building, brothers.
The barricade.
Let them eat and be merry today, brothers,
Unheeding our fate,
For the hour is nigh when we come, brothers.
To glut our hate!
The Daily Worker,
New York,
July 1926