As we struggle up life’s hillside
Where the road is hard and long,
Weak, discouraged, tired, lonely,
And everything gone wrong.
When we see some men refusing
Their allotted load to bear,
While their brother’s back is breaking,
Then we know the game’s not fair.
When we see some men grow wealthy,
While their brothers die in France,
We rebel at the injustice,
And demand an even chance;
When we see some children hungry,
With no decent clothes to wear,
And some other stuffed and pampered,
Then we know the game’s not fair.
When we have to pay high taxes
On our little wooden shack,
Though the mortgage isn’t settled
And the interest is back,
When the rich man’s stately mansion,
Doesn’t pay its proper share,
And he lies about his income,
Then we know the game’s not fair.
When we read in all the papers
How our boys are strafing Fritz,
Throwing bombs into his trenches
For to blow him all to bits,
When we think of him that started
This vile war, then we declare
If the Kaiser goes unpunished
We shall know the game’s not fair.
(Abner Cosens)
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