(By Laura Payne Emerson) l”rlt;Crushed by the weight of church and state GuAnd driven by hunger's pain, V.Lean and guunt from toil and wantThey are rising their rights to gain.And the church says: Here our brothers dear I GoOf you we are very fond, 1Through preacher and pope realize your hope AnIn the land of the great beyond. 3The vultures of state both small and great Good ahephords of tho herd would be. , I ^Como rally around our phiiform profound,Support us aud you shall be free.In tho halls of fame give us a nameAnd your cause we'll ably plead;We'll pass Just laws for your noble causeAnd to al^ your wants take heed.80 the siren's song through centuries longHas silenced the crowd, alas!While in serpent fold slimy and coldHas struggled the working class.And for reverence for law and the Gods that beground,Arise! ye slaves, in tumultuous waves;Break barrier, bond and creed;Is the only savior you need.You fashion, and form, and make;Reach forth your hand o'er the pulsing land,It is yours, reach forth and take.The earth shall at last be freeplifiefei.tonoth:They are given the club and gun; ITheir blood soaks'down through the groaning(triAnd their cause* seems far from won. ^The power you can wield on Industrial field Cu4You feed the world, you clothe the world, T.Let those play the game of political shame Q®Who have nothing In common with you. baOn your own strength recline, and In mill, shop, coand mine, lt;loBuild a structure substantial and true— *uThe social regime of the idealist's dream mlt;You'll shape from the forces that be;And from church and state, murder and hate, G11