The Night that Goldman Spoke at Union Square

I have just returned from Lawrence Massachusetts
 Where eight weeks ago the workers there went on strike
 They are starving, their children are dying
 But they are holding firm and we must support them!
 It was winter in New York as the snow began to fall
 And the workman's hall had not a seat to spare
 When a young man ducked inside just to warm himself was all
 The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square
 What is happening in Lawrence is happening everywhere
 Let us at last make this the land of opportunity
 For all people, not just the owners
 The land of opportunity for Tateh and his little girl
 We cannot rest
 She was speaking loud and fast through a haze of noise and heat, and the smell of sweat and anger in the air,
 The police were standing by but the crowd was on its feet
 The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square
 You! He thought he heard her say
 What brings you here today
 Poor young rich boy
 Masterbates for a vaudeville tart
 What a waste of a fiery heart dear
 He thought she said
 Or young bousoisie
 The are things you've never thought
 Come to Emma and you'll be taught here
 His head was spinning
 People feathered and tarred my friend
 Unions broken and why for
 Children labouring
 Women still enslaved
 Leave your little backyard my friend
 The are causes to die for
 Strike
 In the gutters
 Of the city
 I have tried to find some meaning
 Strike
 In the arms of
 Fallen women
 In the thought of suicide
 Strike
 Like a firework
 Unexploded
 Wanting life but never knowing how
 My brother life has meaning, I'll show you how
 Till now
 My brother you are with us now
 He was calling out her name,
 Shouting what he did not know
 And he found he was standing on chair
 With a heart as clean and new as the freshly fallen snow
 The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square