IT'S JUST A PRANK - Blog Posts

hon hon hon oui oui baguette 

(please don’t hurt me)

“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 drudging 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, But a sharing of life’s glories: Bread and roses! Bread and roses!”

– Bread and Roses, 1911