Bread And Roses

As we go marching, marching, in the beauty of the day 
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts grey 
Are touched with all the radiance, a sudden sun discloses
For the people hear us singing, bread and roses, bread and roses

As we go marching, marching, we battle too, for men
For they are women’s children and our victory is their gain
Our days shall not be sweated from birth until life closes
Hearts starve as well as bodies, give us bread, but give us roses

As we go marching, marching, un-numbered women dead
Go crying through our singing in their ancient call for bread
Small art and love and beauty their trudging spirits knew 
Oh, it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses, too

As we go marching, marching, the future hears our call
For the rising of the women is the rising of us all
No more the drudge, the idler, ten that toil where one reposes
But a sharing of life’s glories, bread and roses, bread and roses