Fierce as the winter's tempestAlmost as if it's ripped from today's headlines, isn't it?
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?
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: