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Justice not Charity
Ella W. Wilcox.

All hail the dawn of a new day breaking
When a strong armed motion, shall take away
The weary burden, from backs that are aching
With maximum work, and minimum pay.
When no man is honored who hoards his millions,
When no man feasts, on another's toil
And God's poor suffering starving billions
Shall share his riches, of sun and soil.

There is gold for all, in the worlds broad bosom
There is food for all, in the .. great store
Enough is provided, if rightly divided;
Let each man take what he needs - no more.
Shame on the miser, with unused riches
Who robs the toiler, to swell his hoard
Who beats down the wage of the digger of ditches
And steals the bread from the poor mans board.

Shame on the owner of mines! whose cruel
And selfish measures, have got him wealth
While the ragged wretches, who dig his fuel