她们才是真正的女王——历史上的今天：面包与玫瑰

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Bread and Roses
James Oppenheim
As we come marching, marching, in the beauty of the day,
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray,
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
For the people hear us singing: "Bread and Roses! Bread and Roses!"
As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men,
For they are women"s children, and we mother them again.
Our days shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;
Hearts starve as well as bodies: Give us Bread, but give us Roses!
As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead,
Go crying through our singing their ancient song of Bread;
Small art and love and beauty their trudging spirits knew.
Yes, it is Bread we fight for—but we fight for Roses, too!
As we come marching, marching, we bring the greater Days.
The rising of the women means the rising of the race.
No more the drudge and idler,ten that toil where one reposes,