Death and despair
They pollute the air
They seep through the streets
Making families weep
Children are dying
Mothers are crying
Babies are addicted to opium
Is there any hope for them?
The year I describe is 1848
But, please, just wait--
There are families starving
Skin and bone, dead or dying
Skeletons walk day and night
Oh, pity them in their plight!
The masters have it made
Dark visions begin to fade
Families that have seen no struggle
All begin to huddle
Around a feast their belly unfamiliar with hunger
Every night enjoying their slumber
On their bed, which weighs pounds surely the finest craftsmanship around
2 different pictures are described
1 dead and 1 alive
2 classes more different than can be
3 ways of living, do you see?
1 is to be filled with struggle but survive!
2 is to roll over and just die
3 is to be in the master class
Full of riches bored as the hours pass
This is the turmoil of 1848
Oh, how I pray we do not share the same fate!
--JT Palmer, 2014
They pollute the air
They seep through the streets
Making families weep
Children are dying
Mothers are crying
Babies are addicted to opium
Is there any hope for them?
The year I describe is 1848
But, please, just wait--
There are families starving
Skin and bone, dead or dying
Skeletons walk day and night
Oh, pity them in their plight!
The masters have it made
Dark visions begin to fade
Families that have seen no struggle
All begin to huddle
Around a feast their belly unfamiliar with hunger
Every night enjoying their slumber
On their bed, which weighs pounds surely the finest craftsmanship around
2 different pictures are described
1 dead and 1 alive
2 classes more different than can be
3 ways of living, do you see?
1 is to be filled with struggle but survive!
2 is to roll over and just die
3 is to be in the master class
Full of riches bored as the hours pass
This is the turmoil of 1848
Oh, how I pray we do not share the same fate!
--JT Palmer, 2014