In this time of governance by billionaires, some lines of poetry by Percy Bysshe Shelley come to mind that were spoken as a rallying cry by the women garment workers of New York City after some of their number burned to death in a factory fire:
Rise like lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number!
Shake your chains to earth, like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you —
Ye are many; they are few!
