OF my city the worst that men will ever say is this:
You took little children away from the sun and the dew,
And the glimmers that played in the grass under the great sky,
And the reckless rain; you put them between walls
To work, broken and smothered, for bread and wages,
To eat dust in their throats and die empty-hearted
For a little handful of pay on a few Saturday nights.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg (Carl Sandburg Art)
Poem: 6. They Will Say
Volume: Chicago Poems
- Chicago Poems
Year: Published/Written in 1912

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