THE MARCH OF THE POOR.

Maoriland Worker, Volume 5, Issue 180, 15 July 1914, Page 1

THE MARCH OF THE POOR.

fio, the poor at la*t are coming (can't you hear the distant drumming)? Hark I The drummers beat for victory as they tramp along the lanes. fltftrn-faced men march at the head; ■ waring glorious flags of redl Saying, as.they march along, "We're cast away the chains! fioe, we're proudly marching oul Yes- ', terday fell Babylon I Rich mem in their gilded homes lie crushed beneath the walls! Ijn our rear—lie fire and sword! We are seeking our reward 1 We are marching to that country whero no child in hunger ..-alls."

As -I stand within the city 'mid the buildings dark and gritty, 10, I Msue forth to join them —who are moving down the street! A_ they see mc join, they cheer: "There's another comrade here,'_* f and. mj footsteps soon aro mingled: with the scraping of their feet. -, At'my side a "Star" boy laughs as the air Of Joy he quaffs. At the other side a ragged girl uplifts her voice in praise. 'And. behind, a starving mother—haggard daughter and her brotherhurry onward to the country where the Stars of Plenty blaze. red torches, in our hands we shall decimate the shall sweep the Rich before us; as we swept thorn, yesterday;

As thoy ciushed us in the past we shall crush them here at last —tbe Sun of Socialism shining o'er us all .'tha way

Where +he gildod domes of Song raise their spires above the throng, we : shall march, and" in contentment, Tripe away our women's tears; 0, the land so and glorious, when the workers are victorious — sweeping. wrong and crime a<nd avarice like dust spots from the years.—E L. EYRE. Devonport.