Working Class Coinage

Gold, silver and steel…

Steel, silver and gold…

One is the iron meal

Mixed with your burning blood

That makes you tempered steel.

One is the silver shout

Heard through your prison walls,

Putting your foes to rout.

One is the golden key

Turned in the locks of life

Setting its gardens free.

Gold, silver and steel…

Steel, silver and gold…

These are your precious ores,

Hunger, Revolt, Rebirth.

Use them; the world is yours!