THE RICH MAN’S PREY.

Industrial Unionist, Volume 1, Issue 19, 22 November 1913, Page 4

THE RICH MAN’S PREY.

(By E.L.E.)

“ War is the pastime of the wealthy classes.” —Anon.

Ten thousand years behind us the drums of war have rolled, And yet Fate’s shackles bind us as firmly as of old; Ten million men have perished to set the workers free —* 0, hopes our fathers cherished! 0, worthless victory.

For still, as in the old days, on meadow and on plain, The Rich Man reaps the profit from long red miles of slain!

To-day I gaze around me: I hear the drums so loud Of mighty warring nations: the wealthy and the proud! I hear the rolling cannon, and thro’ a smoky shield See vultures flocking over each trampled battlefield. While on the bloody heavens these letters shine again: “ We are the Rich Man’s harvest —the silent miles of slain.” f And thus ’twill be while ever the worlds roll on their course: The Rich shall suffer never! the warning voice grow hoarse. Until, from the abysm, where now in peace it lies, The flag of Socialism shall flutter to the skies. And with this message brighten this world of hate and pain: 44 All men shall be as brothers, and no man shall be slain.”