﻿The Big Question

(Air: “America”) 
by T-B-S.

My Job—now is no more
The boss has slam’d the door;
What shall I do?
Seem’s like my end is near,
My guts feel awful queer—
Where do we go from here?
—This is up to you.

No, I’ve not lost a leg,
—Why must I starve and beg?
What Shall I Do?
Where can the answer lurk?
Why am I out of work,
Gazing on all this murk?

I can not stand alone,
Masters have laid me prone;
What Shall I Do?
Why can’t we hand in hand,
Reclaim our rights to stand,
Unhorse the sleek brigand?
This is up to you.

Dedicated to the Open Shop drive 1921.