When The Game Isn'T Fair

As we struggle up life's hillside Where the road is hard and long, Weak, discouraged, tired, lonely, And everything gone wrong. When we see some men refusing Their allotted load to bear, While their brother's back is breaking, Then we know the game's not fair.

When we see some men grow wealthy, While their brothers die in France, We rebel at the injustice, And demand an even chance; When we see some children hungry, With no decent clothes to wear, And some other stuffed and pampered, Then we know the game's not fair.

When we have to pay high taxes On our little wooden shack, Though the mortgage isn't settled And the interest is back, When the rich man's stately mansion, Doesn't pay its proper share, And he lies about his income, Then we know the game's not fair.

When we read in all the papers How our boys are strafing Fritz, Throwing bombs into his trenches For to blow him all to bits, When we think of him that started This vile war, then we declare If the Kaiser goes unpunished We shall know the game's not fair.