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Als ehemaliger "Feminist der ersten Stunde" 
wünsche ich allen Userinnen dieses Forums morgen einen schönen Tag.
Wat dat denn?
Bread & Roses lyrics
As we go 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 go marching marching, we battle too for men For they are women's children and we mother them again Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes Hearts starve as well as bodies: give us bread but give us roses.
As we go marching marching, unnumbered women dead Go crying through our singing their ancient call for bread Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew Yes it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses too.
As we go 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 But a sharing of life's glories - bread and roses, bread and roses!
wünsche ich allen Userinnen dieses Forums morgen einen schönen Tag. Wat dat denn?
Bread & Roses lyrics
As we go 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 go marching marching, we battle too for men For they are women's children and we mother them again Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes Hearts starve as well as bodies: give us bread but give us roses.
As we go marching marching, unnumbered women dead Go crying through our singing their ancient call for bread Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew Yes it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses too.
As we go 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 But a sharing of life's glories - bread and roses, bread and roses!
