Germinal: The Revolt At Le Voreux Mine
Their portraits hanging firmly
from the naked wall, all our goods
pawned for the cause.
To see our vision and strike through
Our lively evenings and peaceful nights
conquered by a full moon and hunger pains.
The speak easy is dead from receiving our
wages in small francs, our children weak and frail
There's barely bread and meat to last the week.
Again, we look throughout our empty home before
a dying fire, at last we look up at the remaining decorations.
A print of the King and Queen steering down at us, he says
"pawn them too", we couldn't get a penny out those useless folks
Yet, they are watching us perish.