Classic Poem

" One-man-one-vote! " You hear the people shouting.
The walls of Mammon tremble ere they fall.
O NE-MAN-ONE-VOTE ! Is this a time for doubting?
The poets have been prophets after all.

O NE-MAN-ONE-VOTE ! The cry is growing stronger!
O NE-MAN-ONE-VOTE ! It echoes o'er the wave!
O NE-MAN-ONE-VOTE ! The Wealthy dead no longer
Shall rule us through their children from the grave!

O NE-MAN-ONE-VOTE ! The knell of Retrogression!
The greatest triumph of the tongue and pen!
O NE-MAN-ONE-VOTE ! The right of long possession
Is right no longer in the minds of men!

O NE-MAN-ONE-VOTE ! There's lightning in the thunder!
O NE-MAN-ONE-VOTE ! The reign of Greed is o'er!
O NE-MAN-ONE-VOTE ! The cursed Vote of Plunder
Shall rule the plundered slaves of earth no more.

O NE-MAN-ONE-VOTE ! We're waking from our slumbers —
O NE-MAN-ONE-VOTE ! To rule the fields we farmed!
If thus we triumph with diminished numbers,
What will the triumph be when all are armed?