MY BROTHER'S KEEPER? (A WARNING) "Am I my brother's keeper?" Yes, of a truth! Thine asking is thine answer. That self-condemning cry of Cain Has been the plea of every selfish soul since then, Which hath its brother slain. God's word is plain, And doth thy shrinking soul arraign. Thy brother's keeper? Yea, of a truth thou art! For if not-who? Are ye not both,-both thou and he Of God's great family? How rid thee of thy soul's responsibility? For every ill in all the world Each soul is sponsor and account must bear. Claim, of thy overmuch, their share. MY BROTHER'S KEEPER? (continued) Thou hast had good, and he the strangled days; But now, the old things pass. No longer of thy grace Is he content to live in evil case For the anointing of thy shining face. The old things pass.-Beware lest ye pass with them, And your place Become an emptiness! Beware! Lest, when the "Have-nots" claim, As by the final flame. Better to share before than after. "After?" ... For thee may be no after! Only the howl of mocking laughter At thy belated care. Make no mistake!— "After" will be too late. When once the "Have-nots" claim . . . they take. "After!" . . . When that full claim is made, You and your golden gods may all lie dead. MY BROTHER'S KEEPER? (continued) Set now your house in order, Ere it be too late! For, once the storm of hate Be loosed, no man shall stay it till Its thirst has slaked its fill, And you, poor victims of this last "too late," Shall in the shadows mourn your lost estate. A TELEPHONE MESSAGE (TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN) Hello! Hello! Are you there? Are you there? That there's trouble in the air. . . Then take a word of warning, And... Beware! What trouble? Every trouble, everywhere, Every wildest kind of nightmare That has ridden you is there, In the air. And it's coming like a whirlwind, A TELEPHONE MESSAGE (continued) Like a wild beast mad with hunger, To tear the world in pieces maybe, Can't you see the signs and portents? Where? Ah-that's beyond me! But it lies with those who dare All the things you've held and trusted If you cling to those old things, |