Injustice Boils In Men's Hearts As Does

Slowly Those Who Create The Wealth Of The World Are Permitted To Share It. The Future Is In Labor's Strong, Rough Hands.

I Am Not Afraid Of The Pen, Or The Scaffold, Or The Sword. I Will Tell The Truth Wherever I Please.

Today The White Child Is Sold For Two Dollars A Week To The Manufacturers.

But In Shimabukuro's Hands, As He Breaks Out Experimental Jazz, Lays Down A Steady Blues Train, Or Shreds On Rock Anthems, This Little Jumping Flea Becomes A Melodic Monster.

What Is A Good Enough Principle For An American Citizen Ought To Be Good Enough For The Working Man To Follow.