Hold back the sickles!
Millions of children
Born to their terrible
Ancestral hunger,
Starved in their mothers’ womb,
Starved at the nipple, cry,—
Ours is the harvest!
Millions of women
Learned in the tragical
Secrets of poverty,
Hold back the sickles!
Millions of children
Born to their terrible
Ancestral hunger,
Starved in their mothers’ womb,
Starved at the nipple, cry,—
Ours is the harvest!
Millions of women
Learned in the tragical
Secrets of poverty,