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Song of the New Soldier and Worker


Song of the New Soldier and Worker


We are tired, tired, tired—we are work-weary and war-weary;
   What though the skies are soft-blue and the birds still sing
And the balmy air of day is like wine? Life is dreary
​ And the whole wide world is sick and suffering.

​​ We are weary, weary, weary, sad and tired no longer
​Will we go on as before, glad to be the willing tools
​​ Of the hard and heartless few, the favoured and the stronger,
​Who have strength to crush and kill, for we are fools.

We will calmly fold our arms sore from labouring and aching,
​ ​We will not still feed and guard the hungry, hideous, huge machine
​That yawns with ugly mouth, performs its grim task of life-breaking
​​ Like a fat whore, coarse and brazen and obscene.

O, to pull the thing to pieces! O, to wreck it all and smash
​​ With the power and the will that only holy hate can give;
​Even though our broken bodies may be caught in the crash—
​ Even so—that children yet unborn may live!




This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1924.


The author died in 1948, so this work is also in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 70 years or less. This work may also be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.