the children of tomorrow

We slapped the kids who farmed your food

It makes them work much faster

Who will need us?

God and Jesus

spelling death to taxes

Sons of solemn pride

summer struggles,

Autumn tide

winter, hunger

spring in strides

when we come

They run and hide

The children of tomorrow

Pick the bounty for today

While the adults hum their sorrows

then they take it all away

A good day‘s work

For little pay

While youth is being wasted

The food was good,

The mood was nice

the ball and chain we tasted