Folktale

There will be hyacinths in your garden,
where you've planted your bulbs for spring,
and you know that

The ash from your hearth won't harden,
as the peasants will have kept it clean;

But the tubers in your tilled earth,
will have been bitten,
by those same dirty children,
and soiled women.
...
Peasant faces reflecting,
the sacring bell shook, sabots flying
and the Right-To-Work.