Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WAGE-SLAVES TO WAR-MAKERS, by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY First Line: We have no land for which to fight Last Line: It will be you, it will be you! Alternate Author Name(s): Cheyney, Ralph Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Russian Revolution; Social Protest; War; Work; Workers | ||||||||
We have no land for which to fight Except where Russia cracks the night. This is your land, within your power. We break the rock; you pluck the flower. We build the roads on which you speed. And when we strike for what we need We learn at once how well you own The press, the courts and every stone Of every structure that we rear. Say, what invaders shall we fear? Why should we care out on the job If you or others drive and rob? We have no land for which to fight Though all the world is ours by right. We workers grimed with soot and mud Have shed enough and more of blood. Each office-building overhead Is built on corpses of our dead. We have no quarrel across the foam But here within our jail, your home! We give our pledge we shall not kill, For ours the braver, kinder will. But if you force us till we do, It will be you, it will be you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV A CHILD IS BORN by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY |
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