Published: The Masses, November, 1913.
Transcribed: Sally Ryan for marxists.org in 2000.
Our folded hands again are at the loom.
Is ominous with peace.
But what we weave you see not through the gloom.
'Tis terrible with doom.
You dream that we are weaving what you will?
Our fingers do not cease:
We've starved–and lost; but we are weavers
And Hunger's in the mill!...
And Hunger moves the Shuttle forth and back.
The product grows and grows ...
A shroud it is; a shroud of ghastly black.
We've never let you lack!
The Warp and Woof of Misery and Defeat...
See how the Shuttle goes!
Our bruistd hearts with bitter hopes now beat:
The Shuttle's sure–and fleet!....