poet Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

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They Will Say

Of my city the worst that men will ever say is this:
You took little children away from the sun and the dew,
And the glimmers that played in the grass under the great sky,
And the reckless rain; you put them between walls
To work, broken and smothered, for bread and wages,
To eat dust in their throats and die empty-hearted
For a little handful of pay on a few Saturday nights.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (11/29/2015 3:22:00 PM)

    That is the worst man can say? I think I would not want to say worse about mankind in general and child-labor in particular. Of course the word children could cover all ages and genders, too.

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