We British workmen, so they say,
Are free; and who can doubt it?
For, if we do not like our pay,
We’re free—to go without it.
Unlike the helpless negro slave.
Our tyrant-driven brother,
If one employer prove a knave,
We’re free—to find another.
More Verses by Henry Salt
- The Making of the BruteThe Vegetarian Messenger and Health Review, May 1910
- The Plea of PythagorasThe Vegetarian Messenger and Health Review, April 1910
- The Blessings of EmigrationJustice, May 9, 1885
- The Visit of the TzarJustice, July 31, 1909
- The Joy That Never PallsProgress, November, 1886