The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1934-05-28
CHANGE
THE
WORLD!
BY MICHAEL GOLD
ANOTHER SUN

The larks Of America sing
And all the cornrows glitter
Bees drink the morning dew
And every hill is bright
BUT here
Dawn lights the filth
Where yellow dog and an old woman
Hunt bread in the garbage.
man steals a milk bottle
And runs runs for life like an assassin.
Bakeries steam.
sleepy cop swinging his weapon
Passes girl, cripple and a bitter drunk.
And in the tenement
The janitor finds the sleeping body
OF another betrayed American
who has no Job.
On the third floor is a sick child.
Her father lifts the shade to greet the sun
The child cries for an orange.
Then her father remembers the war.
VETERANS bleed each morning
On this cross of memory.
It's wound that never closes
They can never forget
That the road to Ypres steamed with blood
And men and horses screamed for death
But there wasn't time for the mercy bullet
And they poured blood blood and their crawling CUTS
Daddy, want orange"
The Grande Place was being sheled
Roofs and walls burst in Nightmares
And hammered on steel hats
shot the screaming horse
Then bedstead hung from rafter
The palace lost its face
And in ruined cellar
My fashlight found ten bodies
Among them joe the wop, our harmonica player,
Daddy, want an orange
When the henies used those big knives
At first it made curse them
Then orders came
And cut a sentry's throat from ear to ear
And he whispered was list los?"
But died with just whmper
And my sergeant was pleased.
Daddy, want orange"
PADDY will bring you an orange.
y Baby, he'll find you an orange.
They've cut your daddy's throat from ear to ear
Left him nothing but memory
But he cares for you
Yes he cares for you
Daddy will find an orange"
I'D BAILEY the jobless vet went forth
Il To find orange among the skyscrapers
1t was not easy
1t not easy
He moved near the East River
Where tugboats moan of hunger and war
He stood below the Chrysler Tower
And cursed its glittering spear
That Stays children of the poor
His fists hammered at Wall Street
But the bloody gates of gold we're locked
And drunken swine in dress suits
Poured from the cabarets at dawn
And laughed at him
City Hall grave
Where little Mayor slept IN Judas dreams-
And the swine of Park Avenue
Paid the income tax and grumbled
At diamond-Studded poverty
The smell Of parsons sckened Ed
Like fog Of poisoned whisky
And museums were locked
And churches and theatres
And schoohouses breeding war
And in the laboratories
Men of brain brewed the vargas
Ed shouted to the President
But the Saviour was killing fish
On millionaires yacht off Florida
And the Charity Relief Society
Gave Ed the third degree and mess of red tape
But no orange
pale longshoreman going home
Gave him nickel
Communism
Look there's another sum-
Bringing death to war
Bringing life for children
ut is greater than nickel"
On the forehead of this man
Burned strange words
He walked in flame
And his eyes were deep fires
He was the messenger of another sun
And Ed listened to him
The sun is rising on America
And the great lakes shine
The larks of America sing
And the bees are working
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