As we come marching, marching, in the beauty of the day, A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill-lofts gray Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses, For the people hear us singing, "Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses."

• James Oppenheim, 1911

This Generative Art made with Hydra by Olivia Jack (https://github.com/ojack/hydra-synth)