Here you will find the Poem A Street Riot of poet Ada Cambridge
Poor, hapless souls! at whom we stand aghast, As at invading armies sweeping by ? As strange to haggard face and desperate cry ? Did we not know the worm must turn at last? Poor, hungry men, with hungry children cast Upon the wintry streets to thieve or die ? Suffering your wants and woes so silently - Patient so long ? is all your patience past? Are there no ears to hear this warning call? Are there no eyes to see this portent dread? Must brute force rise and social order fall, Ere these starved millions can be clothed and fed? Justice be judge. Let future history say Which are the greatest criminals to- day.
