This is from a newsletter about 100 years ago --
SONS OF MARY — AND OF MARTHA
“Ninety per cent of the world of men
Are envying daily the other ten
Who somehow seem to cut the pie
As days and weeks and years roll by.
"They’re lucky guys" these other ten
Who are envied by the rest of men;
But the ninety wishers never seem
To sense it's the milk that makes the cream.
Beneath the surface the reason lies
Which proves the ninety are not "wise."
For why are they not like other men
These few we call the Upper Ten?
Once and for all the reason learn:
Because they Own instead of Earn!
Legalized privilege gives them gold
Beyond the dreams of a pirate bold.
The Community's natural income—rent,
To these sons of Mary is given and spent:
Become a ground hog, that's the wheeze
If you aspire to "raise the breeze!"
Well—what can the sons of Martha do
To unscramble this economic stew?
For public revenue let them take,
The rent, that everyone helps to make.
From all taxation thus set free
The human family will live in glee,
’Cause each will have what will be ‘‘bon,"
A full return from his brain and brawn.
Why do the Ninety suffer a flaw
To darken the mirror of Natural Law?
Lack of knowledge?-—there's the cat
That's eating the proletariat.
J. R. Dickson.