Brothers All
Under the toiler’s grimy shirt,
Under the sweat and the grease and dirt,
Under the rough outside you view,
Is a man who thinks and feels as you.
Go talk with him,
Go walk with him,
Sit down with him by a running stream,
Away from the things that are hissing steam,
Away from his bench,
His hammer and wrench,
And the grind of need
And the sordid deed,
And this you’ll find
As he bares his mind:
In the things which count when this life is through
He’s as tender and big and as good as you.
Be fair with him,
And share with him
An hour of time in a restful place,
Brother to brother and face to face,
And he’ll whisper low
Of the long ago,
Of a loved one dead
And the tears he shed;
And you’ll come to see
That in suffering he,
With you, is hurt by the self-same rod
And turns for help to the self-same God.
You hope as he,
You dream of splendors, and so does he;
His children must be as you’d have yours be;
He shares your love
For the Flag above,
He laughs and sings
For the self-same things;
When he’s understood
He is mostly good,
Thoughtful of others and kind and true,
Brave, devoted– and much like you.
Under the toiler’s grimy shirt,
Under the sweat and the grease and dirt,
Under the rough outside you view,
Is a man who thinks and feels as you.
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