We the people made everything in this world from the shoe to the supersonic plane, from the walking stick to the MRI scanner, our skill, our imagination, our labour. Isn't it time we took control and shaped it the way WE want?
WE THE LABOURING
MASSES.
We the people have,
every brick laid,
have fed the world with
sweat and spade,
every instrument played
in every band
created by the skill of
the craftsman's hand.
We made every truck and
every load,
our toil our effort
every winding road,
every ship that ever
sailed the sea,
our power our
imagination made it be.
Cities and towns large
and small,
our labouring hands
fashioned them all,
every home, every spire,
luxury mansion or humble
byre.
No matter what dreams
the mind might spawn
without labour's hand,
never see the light of dawn,
without labour's
strength and labour's skill,
we
would be foraging beasts in a jungle still.
