Denver labor bulletin., 1917-01-13
Arise, Ye Sons of Toll
By James Bunt

Arisei Ye sons of Toll. Arise! Arise!
Throw off the yoke that now your
strength defies.
form battalions and with your mighty
mass
Erase from earth the plutocratic class.
They raise your wage, necessities raise
twice;
Robbing you always with their loaded
dice.
They give a bonus. All 'Tis but a salve
Upon the sores of the much tortured
slave
Then how they smile and, smiling, say,
Don't we
Divide our profits with you! Can't you
see! p
with peace disturbed. when there's
much fear of war.
Oh! How generous all the wealthy are.
They call on you, the slaves, TO Join
the fight.
When YOU battle you battle for a right
Their human rights have never been
transCressed;
OF their ill-gotten gains they're dis
possessed.
In spite of the republic, you refuse
For mercenary men your lives to lose.
To protect their property is all the
You produce for them and from them
you buy.
In buying You pay profit, wage and cost.
They pay the wage, the other two you've
lost.
And then. they say, I'VE make fair
exchange;
Divide our profits, pay bonus"
Strangel
The landlord, grocer, doctor, sends his
bill;
Your clothes are worn; your coal bins
You should fill
Why can't you pay, Because, to state
it right,
Profit and cost are paid that parasite.
Wishing to live, their golden shrine
intrude,
Then you they charge With base ingrat-
itude.
Ask for justice. or seek human right,
Away You slave. Out Creature, from
our sight.
Justice is ours. For US the laws are
You're born to work for US, by US you're
paid"
And with this answer you are turned
away;
Wages are cut, you get a longer day.
The politicians would help you with
laws
But, look, the effect S one with the
cause.
If several go, to make just demands,
Why, there is the court, it will tie your
hands.
And when you're driven to extremes to
And 60 on strike, that very strikes your
sin.
For don't they teach that each one
should obey
His master and speak not a word OF
payf
Strikers are condemned. Yes, condemned
you are,
To learn the uses of the armored car
The armored car. Twas given TO the
BY those who have creed insatiate,
Who dipped their hands and stained
them CORY red
With human blood ~ Ludlow and
Homestead.
And still those horrid. CORY spots re.
main
All of them marking With the mark OF
Cain.
Recall that one, in the great Poets play
Rubbing her hands, "outl Damned spot
Outi 1 say"
But all the water in the oceans. blue,
SaHHtt IeiuoNc tnaN Cllliscu sttlu from
view.
Robbing, killing, pretending piety,
These are the pillars of society.
But we, brothers, yes, You and You and
me,
OF the people we are the enemy.
10, Hol o. Hol Here, you vile brutes,
make way;
For martial law has been proclaimed
today"
Why martial law' Pray, sir, your reason
give.
"Whati Haven't you heardf These
slaves want to live,
Talk of rights, of justice. Why, I
heard one
Say he is human. Here knights of the
gun.
Herel Charge this crowd and murder
all the brutcs."
The guard is hired to patriotic plutes.
'ris paid for by the wealthy. Yes, And
yet,
On you, the workers, falls the 'normou,
debt.
When the outrageous tax the law has
laid,
By you. the workers, that same tax u,
paid.
Arise Yc sons of Toll. Arise! Arise.