“They too, are worlds,” she whispered, “struggling to the light,
Gaining wisdom by experience and power by their might.
Go write and tell the world about them and how they won:
When powers and principalities seemed greater than the sun.
This monster called ‘money,’ that all love so well;
Has opened wide the very floodgates of hell,
Until you have a toiling, struggling mass called humanity.
Go, now, write the story; I bid you make haste
For your homes are menaced! Your country will be laid waste
By the Trusts who weave webs, as a spider to catch flies;