New York was built upon the workers' graves,
London erected from their burnt up bones:
To serve the greed of Capital, the waves
Of seas of want were held back by gorgeous homes
Housing Amsterdam, city of rich trade,
Excess and lucrative hustles, and pain
Only for those whose work is only paid
Short of enough so capital will gain
It's weight in rewards of old tainted gold.
Build anew cities for the free and bold.
Sorry verse indeed but, well, what were you expecting? – Blake reborn. In the throes of re-reading Tressell’s The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists.
Love Steven xxxxxxx
