I Will Tell The Truth Wherever I

I'm Not A Lady, I'm A Hellraiser

Little Girls And Boys, Barefooted, Walked Up And Down Between The Endless Rows Of Spindles, Reaching Thin Little Hands Into The Machinery To Repair Snapped Threads

Injustice Boils In Men's Hearts As Does Steel In Its Cauldron, Ready To Pour Forth, White Hot, In The Fullness Of Time.

Your Ancestors Fought For You To Have A Share In That Institution Over There. It's Yours. See The School Board, And Every Friday Night Hold Your Meetings There. Have Your Wives Clean It Up Saturday Morning For The Children To Enter Monday. Your Organization Is Not A Praying Institution. It's A Fighting Institution. It's An Educational Institution Along Industrial Lines. Pray For The Dead And Fight Like Hell For The Living!

What Is A Good Enough Principle For An American Citizen Ought To Be Good Enough For The Working Man To Follow.