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
- On the Irish EvictionsThe Commonweal, August 20, 1887
- The Altruistic Flesh-EaterThe Vegetarian Messenger and Health Review, May, 1926
- Voices of the VoicelessThe Great Kinship, edited by Bertram Lloyd, 1921
- The Cry of the Might Have BeenThe Vegetarian News, June 1926
- The Socialist not a VegetarianThe Vegetarian Messenger and Health Review, February 1928