Huntsville gazette., 1891-09-05
The Poorman and His Neigh
Dor.
BY S. j. B. CARTER.

BY S. J. B. CARTER.
There is man the world calls poor,
He labors with his hands;
There is another the world calls great
He's a wealthy gentleman.
The poor man works for wife and child,
The rich man works for gain,
The poor man tolls that all may live,
The itch man strives for fame.
The poor man builds cities and railroads
The rish man furnishes the brain,
The poor may build the engiue,
But the rich man runs the train,
The rich man makes war and troubles
The Door man settles the fuss,
The rich man commands the armies.
The poor man bites the dust.
The rich man declares the rights invaded,
The poor man says yes that's SO.
The rich man says we must defer ourselves
But the poor man has to go:
The rich man pitches the battle,
The poor man loses his life.
When the state needs a congressman or gov
ernOr
To prot ect the common wealth,
The rich mans concerned for the dear PEG
pie,
Bnt his interest centers in self.
When the nation elects the president
To direct the ship of state,
The poor man does the fighting and voting
But the rich man makes the state.
Go to the big cotton plantations.
Where the hogs and cattle feed.
The rich man gets the cotton and corn,
The poor man the cotton seeds,
The rich man buys the broad acres.
The poor man works them OF course:
The richman controls the products,
The poor man the muscular force.
The richman says to the poor man,
You must, or you must not do thus,
The poor man may curse and grumble,
The rich man controls by his purse,
You know it does some time happen,
Kich men trample on poor mems rights,
And you know there are some poor men
Who will go to law and fight
The case may be considered civil,
When taken to the courts to ADJUST
But witnesses will some times swear crooked,
And lawyers get into a fuss
The poor man becomes bothered and excited,
To his lawyer begins to pace,
Saying Judge, think it prudent,
That we compromise my case,
The lawyer smiles very deceitfully.
And says, I'd fight it through
You know you'll have the cost to pay.
Now, no matter what you do,
The poor man scratches his head and NUT
gave Mortgage on my horse.
went to the courts for justice
But they have proved a farce
The rich man is trained and educated
His floor is covered with brussels;
The poor man attends the public schools,
But you bet he has to hustle,
Some poor men love and read the Bible,i
Which they inherited in their youth
The will of God revealed to man,
The record of eternal truth
The rich man reads current literature
He reads and studies the Bible as WE'LL
And many come to this conclusion,
There is no such place as hell.
There was once a certain rich man,
He cared nothing for the poor,
He lived bountiiully every day
He linen buster wore.
He had not where to put all his coin,
His wheat and other grain
So he tore down all his old barns
And built them over again,
Having his wealth and goods adjusted
Now in ease his soul he blest;
He had all on earth he wanted,
The devil could have the rest,
This rich man having eat his supper
OF course he then retired,
But a voice awoke the old man saying
Your soul is now required.
Alas. this rich man died and was buried!
The news went out on the breeze
L.