THE BRIDGE OF WEALTH.

NZ Truth, Issue 437, 8 November 1913, Page 1

THE BRIDGE OF W E A L TH.

We have fed you all for a thousand years, And you hail us still unfed; Though there's not a dollar of all y^ur wealth But marks tho, worker's dead. We have given our best to yield you rest. And you He on a crimson wool. But If blood bo the price of your cursed wealth. Good God! we havo paid m full.

There's never a mine blown skyward now, But we're burled alive for you; There's never a wreck drifts shoreward now. But we are the ghastly crew. Go count our Dead by forges red, And the factories whero we spin, For if blood be tho price of your cursed wealth, Good God: we have paid it m.

We have teilcd for you all these thou-' wind years. For that was our doom wo know; J' ram the days whon you chained us In your fields To tnc strike of a week ago. We 'have given our lives, our babes, nnd wives, And you claim 'tin your legal shareBut if blood be the price of your, cursed wealth. Good God: we Imvo paid It fair; Rudyard Kipling.