Save your singing for ears that hear deeply
For deep have hearts sunk into the dirt
To awaken with pulses the wondering worm.
No song is too low for those with no home.
Melody misses those far above the blade
That sees itself in different forms and
Offers itself to ancient storms to shield the
Living and the dead that freely allow them to grow.
Liberate the earth!
Liberate the soul!
The dough so sweet with a man's skin
Turned to a working class race that
Knows no race, but the taste of sweat
Strikes my bones on the loudest drum.
Burn down nations to an old bitter clay
And build up an oven with the fire of life.
Starve yourselves of everything but common things
And common men will come to know the world.
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