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… Read More
Labor,Bread and 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 Read More