And so I followed the mob
When there was earth to plow or guns to bear
I was always there right on the job
With peace and glory ahead
Why should I be standing in line
Just waiting for bread?
There were such lines as this when my grandmother was a girl, during the “great war,” as they called it. Funny now to think that people actually believed such nonsense.
She told me that her mother gave them rags to chew as they went to bed, lest their beliies make them cry in the night and wake the others who shared the house.
All the women worked in a munitions plant, their hands died ochre from the sulfur.
They’d finish work and wait for a chance to buy bread. Not the bread itself, mind you; just the opportunity to buy it.