Not All The Coal That

Some Day The Workers Will Take Possession Of Your City Hall, And When We Do, No Child Will Be Sacrificed On The Altar Of Profit!

I Am Not Unaware That Leaders Betray, And Sell Out, And Play False.

In Georgia Where Children Work Day And Night In The Cotton Mills They Have Just Passed A Bill To Protect Song Birds. What About The Little Children From Whom All Song Is Gone?

I Am Not Blind To The Shortcomings Of Our Own People. I Am Not Unaware That Leaders Betray, And Sell Out, And Play False. But This Knowledge Does Not Outweigh The Fact That My Class, The Working Class, Is Exploited, Driven, Fought Back With The Weapon Of Starvation, With Guns And With Venal Courts Whenever They Strike For Conditions More Human, More Civilized For Their Children, And For Their Children's Children.

Sometimes It Seemed To Me I Could Not Look At Those Silent Little Figures; That I Must Go North, To The Grim Coal Fields, To The Rocky Mountain Camps, Where The Labor Fight Is At Least Fought By Grown Men