They Will Say
Of my city the worst that men will ever say is this:
You took little children away from the sun and the dew,
And the glimmers that played in the grass under the great sky,
And the reckless rain;
You put them between walls To work, broken and smothered,
For bread and wages,to eat dust in their throats and die
empty-hearted for a little handful of pay on a few Saturday nights.
Carl Sandburg
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