Monday, February 26, 2007

ATD update: Workers' Own Songbook

I mentioned this in the comments below, but I like the lyric, and am posting it here so it doesn't get lost in the comments. My Christmas Village Idiot bookmark is at an anarchists' meeting (p.49), where they are singing a song from the Workers' Own Songbook that begins:
Fierce as the winter's tempest
Cold as the smoth'ring snow
On grind the mills of Avarice
High rides the cruel-eyed foe....
Where is the hand of mercy,
Where is the kindly face,
Where in this heedless slaughter
Find we the promis'd place?
Almost as if it's ripped from today's headlines, isn't it?

2 comments:

Blue Wren said...

I remember reading that one! I reread it several times, and I was thinking to myself, "hmmm. That sounds REAL familiar."

That's some hellacious snow you got there, MadGuy. Still waiting through a "wintery mix" for our next biggun to blow through...

Anonymous said...

"Fierce as the winter's tempest
Cold as the smoth'ring snow
On grind the mills of Avarice
High rides the cruel-eyed foe....
Where is the hand of mercy,
Where is the kindly face,
Where is this heedless slaughter
Find we the promis'd place?
Sweated, despised and hearthless,
Scorned 'neath the banker's boot
We freeze by their frost-bound windows--
As they fondle their blood-bought loot--
Love never spared a sinner,
Hate never cured a saint,
Soon is the night of reckoning,
Then let no heart be faint,
Teach us to fly from shelter
Teach us to love the cold,
Life's for the free and fearless--
Death's for the bought and sold!"

Dunno if I have a revised version of the book or you just chose to leave the last part out. Here it is in any case.