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Bread and Roses.

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!”

As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men,
For they are women’s children, and we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;
Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses!

As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread.
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew.
Yes, it is bread we fight for — but we fight for roses, too!

As we come marching, marching, we bring the greater days.
The rising of the women means the rising of the race.
No more the drudge and idler — ten that toil where one reposes,
But a sharing of life’s glories: Bread and roses! Bread and roses!

By James Oppenheim inspired by Rose Schneiderman who coined the phrase
“The worker must have bread, but she must have roses, too.”

The Universe, history, culture and everything.

Went for a walk with my son, as he’s not been out of the house from when he got home from school on Friday. Like me he prefers to go for a walk at night, when it’s quieter. We enjoy the dark and the cool. It was a perfect evening for star gazing, a clear sky, not to cold, so we could stand for a while and look up.

He’s now old enough that he’s pointing out to me the constellations he knows and the
many names and the tales associated with the names, which makes me proud he remembers and it’s strange to be standing beside him and have him as tall as me.
He is also at the stage were I can talk more about the Irish historical political and cultural meanings behind Ursa Major, esp as he will be doing Seán O’Casey in school.

I hope we never stop having discussions about the universe, history, culture and everything.

Remember Rose!

REMEMBER ROSE: A Song For Choice
© Sandy Rapp 1989

Rosie Jimenez finally turned up dead;
So the paper said in Texas.
Finally turned up dead, after Medicaid
Restrictions took her choice away.

Televangelists and their politics
Made Jenny Jimenez an orphan.
Praying in the light, bombing in the night,
They wave their roses red but Rose is dead.

Chorus:
Get your laws off me;
I’m not your property.
Don’t plan my family;
I’ll plan my own.
I don’t want to be,
In your theocracy;
Remember liberty, REMEMBER ROSE.

Many more will go by the way of Rose
And the ones that went before her.
Unless a course is set, present and direct,
Because “a chill wind blows”
And Rose is dead.

Chorus:
Get your laws off me;
I’m not your property.
Don’t plan my family;
I’ll plan my own.
I don’t want to be,
In your theocracy;
Remember liberty, REMEMBER ROSE.