Poem: Liberty Hall

Liberty Hall

House or workers,

Hall of trades,

Peoples' Palace,

an idea wrought in stone

and blood and struggle.


If those stones could attest,

what stories they could tell —

deals done and done deals,

bitter infighting, and solidarity,

always and forever, solidarity.


Here walk the shadows of

brothers and sisters —

comrades long gone,

who led the way,

who fought the fight.


Some are memorialised

on the walls — their struggles,

whether the battles of labour

or serving the flag in

far off fields, are honoured.


But their true memorial

is to follow

in their footsteps

dream their dream

complete their work.


Bill Anderson

From GLW issue 261