An Injury to One

I have sighted the branch,

And I see another,

Many branches – all fathered by the same tree.

Scattered branches,

But do not doubt their strength,

Don’t laugh at the unique  branches,

Who fuse and become one,

Instead pity their common enemy.

The steam-roller churns out messages,

Puffing and puffing,

Steam-rollers threaten,

But, a broken arm helps a maimed leg,

How many loud barks can chain the spirit

Of common purpose?

Puffing, but do you see the dungeons

Decent men are forced to work in?

Puffing, what about the weightless wages

You dole out from your profit mountain?

Still the steam-roller puffs,

And we tighten our bond,

For we must resist the wheel

Of ravenous masters.

Halt the machine !

We will stop the wheels

Of those who

Mix our sweat and blood

To form granite for

The foundation of their country homes.

We will not beg

For what is ours

Which has been taken by force

By the giants of business.

But now,

We will charge ourselves,

Wear our battle fatigue,

March forward

And sing our song:

Together we must come,

Together we must be one.