Classic Poem

Hark ! a nation's suppliant cry
Goeth upward to the sky —
" Give us bread! "
While those who spurn that nation's weal
With stubborn souls and hearts of steel,
Disdain to heed the wild appeal —
" Give us bread! "

Does the God of Justice sleep
While His children wail and weep? —
" Give us bread! "
He sends the soft and summer rain
To feed and fertilise the plain;
Does He work such good in vain? —
" Give us bread! "

No! from His unshaken throne
He hears, and He will help his own: —
" Give us bread! "
Against the oppressors of the land
The Lord shall lift His mighty hand,
Till they shall feel and understand —
" Oh, give us bread! "