THERE is dearth On the earth-- Who brought it there?-- Let them live, Let them thrive On their dainty fare. Let them laugh As they quaff While we droop and die-- Let them smile All the while At our starving cry. Let the poor Still endure And their hearts be sad-- Let the great Keep their state, Let them eat and be glad. Let them feed Till they bleed 'Neath the people's darts-- Oh! 'tis good When our food Is their quivering hearts! Oh! 'tis fine The rich wine From their streaming veins-- Let them feel Our sharp steel, Let them die in long pains. Let them weep As they sleep And dream of our name-- Let them quake When they wake Before death of shame. Let them writhe 'Neath the scythe That shall mow them down-- Let them know All the woe Of the people's frown. For the hour Of their power Has passed away, And the might As the right Is ours to-day. |