Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BREAD LINES, by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP Poet's Biography First Line: Good god! What keeps men up so late / upon this dripping night Last Line: "some day they'll have to answer us, whether they will or no!" Subject(s): Depressions, Economic; Hunger; Poverty; Recessions | ||||||||
GOOD God! What keeps men up so late upon this dripping night When every rain-wet paving stone shines with its blur of light Caught from the white electric arc? The wind is blowing chill, No human foot would wend abroad save at some master's will ... And these men have a master terribler than mortal lord, Whose pity might be wakened and whose mercy be implored; The lord of them is Hunger fell who whips them as they go, With dreadful scourge of famine he insults them, blow on blow. They turn and twist in silent line and shuffle hopeless feet In solemn drear procession down the shadow-haunted street They tramp along while other folk are safe and warm in bed; They move in line for half a night to gain their dole of bread, And hunger makes them patient of the cold, the sleet, the rain, But every weary step they take finds echo in the brain, And the heart becomes the pavement, and it spirts with jets of pain. Ye masters, why must this thing be? Is this the exacted price (This sordidness and misery and poverty and vice) For every upward step Man takes along the sunlit way? Why must these edges of the night still fringe the rear of day? The masters answer nothing: they will neither hear nor see; They play, with men as checkers, at their game of usury; They reap where they have never toiled, they sell the unsown grain, They make the worker moil for them nor heed his cry of pain. Their tasks are busy idleness which sow no good for men, They spread their nets and catch their fish and spread their nets again But shadowy bread lines throng my heart and whisper, stern and low, "Some day they'll have to answer us, whether they will or no!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEPRESSION DAYS (2) by PAT MORA EDEN, THEN AND NOW by RUTH STONE BAGPIPE MUSIC by FREDERICK LOUIS MACNEICE DRIVING IN OKLAHOMA by CARTER REVARD THE POET'S TERROR AT THE BALIFFS OF EXETER, FR. FREEDOM: A POEM by ANDREW BRICE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. DEEP BELOW DEEP by EDWARD CARPENTER A SAILOR CHANTEY (ON BARK 'PESTALLOZI' OFF TRISTAN D'ACUNHA ISLANDS) by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP |
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