All our lives, all of us
Whose bones you have
Climbed on
- were all our lives wasted?
- were we martyred to
Finish with all forms
Of slavery forever - only
To witness our offspring
Complacent and bought off
With scraps - to see
Workmen and women
Divided?
O as we look about us
Things seem worse than ever.
Whose bones you have
Climbed on
- were all our lives wasted?
- were we martyred to
Finish with all forms
Of slavery forever - only
To witness our offspring
Complacent and bought off
With scraps - to see
Workmen and women
Divided?
O as we look about us
Things seem worse than ever.