The Rite of Bared Arms

The time will come, oh yes!The time will come whenThe weary and care-worn shall pauseAnd stagnant rivers will be absent their cause. The time will come when profits of doom,Their privilege bought with innocent lives,Will be swept away as infectious scree,In their wake, the absence of gloom. Time will come when profit loses its gleam,Currency will cease to be current,When […]