Bread And Roses Poem by James Oppenheim

Bread And Roses

As we come marching, marching, in the beauty of the day,
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill-lofts gray
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
For the people hear us singing, 'Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses.'

As we come marching, marching, we battle, too, for men-
For they are women's children and we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes-
Hearts starve as well as bodies: Give us Bread, but give us Roses!

As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient song of Bread;
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew-
Yes, bread we fight for-but we fight for Roses, too.

As we come marching, marching, we bring the Greater Days-
The rising of the women means the rising of the race-
No more the drudge and idler-ten that toil where one reposes-
But sharing of life's glories: Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses!

Ronald L. Vaught 04 September 2018

Life seperated is not what was planned divide & conquer is why Bread & roses came to be. To work together is where the balsamic & sweet wine flows to organic freshness are bodies crave, satisfaction isnt even a word, its life in joy & pleasure Laughter & exertion isn't work nor the arm of the divine for ending but for extending.

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Brian Jani 04 July 2014

One of my favourite poems for the day.fantastic writing here James

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James Oppenheim

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