Our voice We Continue
“As we come marching, marching, in the beauty of the day A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill-lofts gray Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses, For the people hear us singing, “Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses.” https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bread_and_Roses I sat on my bed pondering these words, feeling rather uncomfortable with…