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| Niños trabajando en las fábricas. Siglo XIX |
- Señor ¿no sabes que del lujo
del rico sale la vida del pobre? Su pompa nos alimenta y sus vicios nos
proporcionan nuestro pan... ¿Y qué remedio tienes para esas cosas? ¿Vas a decir
al comprador: “Comprarás a tanto” y al vendedor: “Venderás a este precio”?...
Vuelve por tanto a tu palacio... ¿Qué tienes que ver con nosotros y con
nuestros sufrimientos?
- ¿No son los ricos y los pobres hermanos? – preguntó el joven rey.
- Siempre – contestó el hombre – y el hermano rico tiene por nombre Caín
Jackson Browne y David Lindley cantan The Crow on the Cradle, que dice así:
The sheep`s in the meadow
The cow`s in the corn
Now is the time for a child to be born
He`ll laugh at the moon
And cry for the sun
And if it`s a boy he`ll carry a gun
Sang the crow on the cradle
And if it should be that this baby`s a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesn`t curl
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
And a bomber above her wherever she goes
Sang the crow on the cradle
The crow on the cradle
The black and the white
Somebody`s baby is born for a fight
The crow on the cradle
The white and the black
Somebody`s baby is not coming back
Sang the crow on the cradle
Your mother and father will sweat and they`ll slave
To build you a coffin and dig you a grave
Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep
For we`ve got a toy that can put you to sleep
Sang the crow on the cradle
Bring me my gun, and I`ll shoot that bird dead
That`s what your mother and father once said
The crow on the cradle, what can we do
Ah, this is a thing that I`ll leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle
Sang the crow on the cradle
