Wherever child labor exists;
Wherever the home is oppressed,
Wherever the street is the only playground
of the children;
Wherever they are dragged into the police
courts, when they ought to be at school,
There is the slum waiting to raise its head
Wherever men sell their votes and
their consciences, it is only just
around the corner.
The best augury for a better day is that now
we work with the people, no longer for them.