We Have Fed You All a Thousand Years

Blood Price of Wealth: Workers' Unyielding Struggle
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We have fed you all for a thousand years

We, the workers, have provided sustenance for society for a millennium.

And you hail us still unfed

You still acknowledge us with hunger and unmet needs.

Though there's never a dollar

Despite all your wealth, there's not a single dollar that hasn't cost a worker's life.

Of all your wealth

Wealth generated at the expense of workers' lives.

But marks the worker's dead

Each unit of wealth signifies a worker's death.


We have yielded our best for to give you rest

We've sacrificed our best to provide you comfort.

And you lie on a crimson wool

You enjoy luxury while lying on the suffering of others.

If blood be the price of all your wealth

If the cost of your wealth is blood, we've paid it in full.

Good God, we have paid in full

An acknowledgment of the immense sacrifice made by workers.


There's never a mine blown skyward now

No mine explosion occurs without workers being buried alive for you.

But we're buried alive for you

Every disaster at sea involves workers who are part of its tragic crew.

There's never a wreck drifts shoreward now

But wе are it's ghastly crew

Workers are sacrificed in industrial accidents and disasters.


Go and reckon our dеad by the forges red

Count our dead in the red glow of forges and factories.

And the factories where we spin

The curse of your wealth is paid with the blood of workers.

If blood be the price of your cursed wealth

Good God, we have paid it in

If blood is the price for your cursed wealth, we've fully paid it.


We have fed you all for a thousand years

We've sustained you for a millennium, and that has been our fate.

For that was our doom, you know

You've chained us in servitude, from historical oppression to recent strikes.

From the days when you chained

Us in your fields to the strike a week ago!

Reference to the historical exploitation of workers in fields to recent labor strikes.


You have taken our lives and

Your actions have taken our lives, spouses, and called it your lawful entitlement.

Our husbands and wives

And called it your legal share

If the cost of your wealth is blood, we've acquired it rightfully.

If blood be the price of all your wealth

Good God, we have bought it fair

The fair acquisition of wealth through the legitimate price of blood.

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