THE DAY-DAWN.

NZ Truth, Issue 74, 17 November 1906, Page 4

THE DAY-DAWN.

A PARABLE.

(By Demas, for N.Z. "Truth.")

This Socialistic Jabberwock, inspires me with dread ; It is a truly "awful thing," As no doubt you have read. The papers. have boMbarded it With tons of adjectives, And yet the Dreadful Thing's alive, One wonder^ how it lives.

According to the great sup-press— Arid it has never lied, In. fact some simple folk allege It couldn't if it tried— I s9nietltn.es wonder it it's true (reqrge Washington is dead When glancing down the column.'* of "The Daily Dunderhead."

Where the dickens was I up to ? Seems I've wandered off the track Just excuse me for a moment While I get my senses back: I remember! 1 was starting To inform you what the Press, . With its customary insight, -Says about the social mess.

First, the mafriage tie's m dan^r, There can he no doubt of that, And m ca.se you. should forget it, . Paste this cutting m your hat. Goodness knows the consequences, And the awful time m store When they take our children from us Ahd we see theni nevermore.

In addition to our children, They, will confiscate our wives, And they'll rob us of our money, If they even leave our livesTalk about the maroh of science* Why they've actually a plan From the labor of the chemist; To evolve, the corfiine: man !

It's difficult to understand, The process is jnvolved, And though it looks improbable They say the question's solved. In future there will be ho need Of fathers or of mothers, We'll none of us have sisters, a hd We'll nolle of us hays bf others.

They talk about fraternity, And equal rights for ail* As though the common tfeople KhdulA Have atiy ri flits at all. It all comes ef giving votes To those who ought to be Subservient and humble to The likes of you and me.

If we don't organise at Once Before, it /rets too late,. We'll find' ourselves eng-ulphed m what Will be an awful fate. A man of peace, I'd rather flight By nroxy, if I may, And hire someone else to bear : The burden of the fray. ; • • •

EPILOOUE. Poor fools, ye sweat and toil, for w;hat ? A miserable existence, Cheated and robbed on eVery hand, Ye offer no resistance. ; Accepting graterullv a crust : Contemptuously thrown As though ye were but dogs, and not Receiving back your own. Ye servile, cringin<* arrant fools, Who walk about by stealth And doff your caps submissively To blatant, vulgar wealth. Ye mealy-mouthed, contemptible, Besotted, crawling worms, When will ye learn to use your power To force along reforms? Are those your friends who flatter you With honied ' words alone? Can compliments a debt' repay, Or for a wron/* atone ? The past is gone, the future's yours, And none may say you hay. Then use your vote to hasten pa The coining brighter day. • • • * Hail ! to the dawning Light, Suffusing all the world. Hail ! to the flag or Riffht And Liberty unfurl'd. Hail ! to the radiant morn EndinP" oppression's night. Hail ! Liberty new-born. Hail ! to the dawning Light,