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The Militant, 27 July 1946


Percy Bysshe Shelley

To the Men of England

(1819)


From The Militant, Vol. X No. 30, 27 July 1946, p. 5.
Transcribed & marked up by Einde O’Callaghan for ETOL.

 

Men of England, wherefore plough
For the lords who lay ye low?
Wherefore weave with toil and care
The rich robes your tyrants wear?
Wherefore feed, and cloth, and save
From the cradle to the grave,
Those ungrateful drones who would
Drain your sweat – nay, drink your blood?
Wherefore, Bees of England, forge
Many a weapon, chain and scourge,
That these stingless drones may spoil
The forced produce of your toil?

Have ye leisure, comfort, calm,
Shelter, food, love’s gentle balm?
Or what is it ye buy so dear
With your pain and with your fear?
The seed ye sow, another reaps;
The wealth ye find, another keeps;
The robes ye weave, another wears;
The arms ye forge, another bears.
Sow seed – but let no tyrant reap;
Find wealth – let no imposter heap,
Weave robes – let not the idle wear;
Forge arms – in your defense to bear.

 
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