The Parasites |
John E. Nordquist
Parasites in this fair country, Lice from honest labor's sweat; There are some who never labor, Yet labor's product get; They never starve or freeze, Nor face the wintry breeze; They are well fed, clothed and sheltered, And they do whate'er they please. | 2. These parasites are living, In luxury and state; While millions starve and shiver, And moan their wretched fate; They know not why they die, Nor do they ever try Their lot in life to better; They only mourn and sigh. |
3. These parasites would vanish And leave this grand old world, If the workers fought together, And the scarlet flag unfurled; When in One Union grand, The working class shall stand, The parasites will vanish. And the workers rule the land. |