Sit Down And Read. Educate

In Georgia Where Children Work Day And Night In The Cotton Mills They Have Just Passed A Bill To Protect Song Birds. What About The Little Children From Whom All Song Is Gone?

I Was Born In Revolution.

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

Sometimes It Seemed To Me I Could Not Look At Those Silent Little Figures; That I Must Go North, To The Grim Coal Fields, To The Rocky Mountain Camps, Where The Labor Fight Is At Least Fought By Grown Men

I Would Fight God Almighty Himself If He Didn't Play Square With Me