As we go marching, marching
In the beauty of the day
A million darkened kitchens
A thousand mill lofts grey
Are touched with all the radiance
That a sudden sun discloses
For the people hear us singing
Bread and roses, bread and roses

As we go marching, marching
We battle too for men
For they are women’s children
And we mother them again
Our lives shall not be sweetened
From birth until life closes
Hearts starve as well as bodies
Give us bread, but give us roses

As we go marching, marching
We bring the greater days
For the rising of the women
Means the rising of the race
No more the drudge and idler
Ten that toil where one reposes
But the sharing of life’s glories
Bread and roses, bread and roses

Judy Collins

At Hill House, Mississippi. He wears the union button Plantation overseer. Mississippi Delta, near Clarksdale, MississippiPresident of the Southern Tenant Farmers Union at Hill House, Mississippi by Dorothea Lange

President of the Southern Tenant Farmers Union at Hill House, Mississippi by Dorothea Lange

© Carl Corey

© Carl Corey

© Carl Corey

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