Or is it all right to murder for the Plunderbund and dub it "patriotism" and "manifest destiny" and "benevolent assimilation" and all the other polite names that are coined to make bloodshed a holy act?
Let me tell you that murder is murder, no matter how you try to veneer the accursed crime.
A Wave of Horror—have you ever read the story of the Irish famine and how British royalty, nobility, gentility and lordly land pirates all took enough grain rent that awful year[1] from Irish peasants to have fed the thousands who died there of starvation?
"The Queen has lands and gold, mother;
The Queen has lands and gold,
While you are forced to your empty breast
A skeleton babe to hold—
A babe that is dying of want, mother,
As I am dying now,
With a ghastly look in its sunken eye
And famine upon its brow."
"There is many a brave heart here, mother,
Dying of want and cold,
While only across the Channel, mother,
Are many that roll in gold;
There are rich and proud men, there, mother,
With wondrous wealth in view,
And the bread they fling to their dogs to-night
Would give life to me and you."
- ↑ The Irish famine was a potato famine, English landlords take the grain and most of the hogs for rent, leaving the Irish tenants to subsist mostly on potatoes. A good crop of grain was raised the famine year, but the potatoes had rotted in the ground. The grain was taken for rent and the Irish starved.
