THE REFORMERS
Braley, Berton
The Reformers By BERTON BRALEY DOES it make you mad when you read about Some poor, starved devil who flickered out, Because he had never a decent chance In the tangled meshes of circumstance? If...
...Does it make you seethe with an anger hot...
...DOES it make you rage when you come to learn Of a clean-souled woman, who could not earn Enough to live, and who fought, but fell In the cruel struggle and went to hell...
...He is a brother-in-blood, we know, With brain afire and with heart a-glow...
...Brother, we welcome you—share our lot...
...WHOEVER has blood that wilt flood his face At the sight of the Beast in the holy place, Whoever has rage for the tyranVs might, For the powers that prey in the day and night, Whoever has hate for the ravening brute That strips the tree of its goodly fruit, Whoever knows wrath at the sight of pain, Of needless sorrow and heedless gain, Whoever knows bitterness, shame and gall At the thought of the trampled ones doomed to fall...
...By the light in his eyes we sense our kin— Brother, you battle with us—fall in...
...If it makes you burn like the fires of sin, Brother, you're fit for the ranks—fall in...
Vol. 2 • May 1910 • No. 20
