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Maoriland Worker, Volume 2, Issue 41, 15 December 1911, Page 8
IN DAYS OF PEACE. The staEwart troopers rode at ease, tn scarlet, gold and steel; Within ths park the worker crept To eat his scanty meal; Alas! the workers' meals have paid For sword and horse and golden braid. The glittering troopers charge along The crowded city lanes; No medicine like steel to soothe The gnawing hunger pains! Oh! toilers for the Lords of Tradf, .■ These are the gods your hands have made: _ —Edward Tregear, in the - "Weekly Herald."
TRUMPET CALL FOR THE WEEK. (To be learnt off by heart.) And I saw a million workers, With their faces in the dust, And I saw a million workers. > ; Slay each other for a crust. —Augustin J. H. Duganne.