Something To Think About
      'Tis a far, far cry from Seventy-six
      From Independence Hall
      Where sat intent, with faces grave,
      Brave statesmen one and all;
      With velvet breeches, powdered wigs,
      And faces stern and grave,
      And planned and prayed to God above
      The colonies to save.

      "God save a people sane and strong
      From the tyranny of kings.
      Help them avenge their many wrongs
      And independence bring.
      Let them be free instead of slaves,"
      Thus swelled their mighty plea,
      Until from out the Old State House,
      Bells rang, "We shall be free!"

      Where is our "Jefferson" today?
      Where is a man who's strong
      Enough to challenge present ways
      and free the slaving throng
      Of millions; helpless, hungry, sad?
      Where is a "Lincoln" brave?
      Who would give his life's blood for the chance
      To free these modern slaves?

      Slaves of a system, rotten, weak,
      Where wealth and graft doth rule.
      Where right and reason, when they speak,
      Are counted but the "fool."
      Where few grow rich on many's toil
      Exploit the laboring throng
      And starve them while warehouses buldge
      Yet never think it wrong.       		And yet men dare not speak their thoughts.
      They dare not make protest.
      Our schools and colleges insist
      This system is the best.
      This land for which our fathers fought,
      For which they spilled their blood,
      For generations has been swept
      By a capitalistic flood.

      Who will ride forth as Paul Revere,
      The people to awake,
      Tear off this capitalistic yoke
      Its chains and shackles break
      And cry as Jefferson of old,
      "These people shall be free!:
      And in a not too distant day,
      Proclaim new liberty!

      New liberty to think and act,
      New liberty to work,
      And reap reward for what we do;
      No duty ever shirk.
      The best within us we will give.
      To us it will be given
      Sufficiently for every need,
      The goal for which we've striven.

      No more will little children cry
      In vain for daily bread,
      Nor women weep because they have
      No roof above their head.
      This generation will step forth,
      New freedom will demand
      Equality; a right to live,
      Justice throughout the land.
      Mary Emily Gould Canova
      1032 West 5th Street
      San Bernardino, California
      November, 1932
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