A Last Appeal Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGH IIJJKKKKKFGF KKLLMMNNKFG KKOOKKKKKFG| KNOWING our needs hardly knowing our powers | A |
| Hear how we cry to you brothers of ours | A |
| Brothers in nature pulse passions and pains | B |
| Our sins in you and your blood in our veins | B |
| First in your palace or last in our den | C |
| Basest or best we are all of us men | C |
| Justice eternal cries out in our name | D |
| What is the least common manhood can claim | D |
| 'Food that we make for you | E |
| Money we earn | F |
| Give us our share of them | G |
| Give us our turn ' | H |
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| Landowners bankers and merchants we make | I |
| Out of our lives this new wealth that you take | I |
| Have we earned only such pitiful dole | J |
| As just holds worn body to desolate soul | J |
| When that soul is bewildered each day and perplext | K |
| With the problem of how to get bread for the next | K |
| Is it better to end it as some of us do | K |
| Or to fight it out bravely still calling to you | K |
| 'Food that we make for you | K |
| Money we earn | F |
| Give us our share of them | G |
| Give us our turn' | F |
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| Ever more passionate grows our demand | K |
| Give us our share of our food and our land | K |
| Give us our rights make us equal and free | L |
| Let us be all we are not but might be | L |
| Our sons would be honest our daughters be pure | M |
| If our wage were more certain your vices less sure | M |
| Oh you who are forging the fetters we feel | N |
| Hear our wild protest our maddened appeal | N |
| 'Food that we make for you | K |
| Money we earn | F |
| Give us our share of them | G |
| Give us our turn ' | - |
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| Hear us and answer while Time is your friend | K |
| Lest we be answered by God in the end | K |
| Lest when the flame of His patience burns low | O |
| We be the weapon He shapes for His blow | O |
| Lest with His foot on your necks He shall stand | K |
| And appeal that you spurned be new born as command | K |
| And thunder your doom as you die by the rod | K |
| Of the vengeance of man through the justice of God | K |
| 'Food that we make for you | K |
| Money we earn | F |
| Give us our share of them | G |
| Give us our turn ' | - |
Edith Nesbit
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