Works in the Herald 1931
A SONG OF SOLIDARITY
Early today, I chanced to spy
A Labor friend of mine.
His brow was furrowed, and his eye
Had lost its fervid shine.
With hand outspread and tremulous,
He sat apart, alone;
And counted on his fingers thus
In dreary monotone:-
"Of course, there's Mister Scullin and
There's Mister Theodore.
Both Labor men who pleased me when
They'd my support before.
But, of course, there's Mister Anstey
And there's Mister Beasley, too;
They need my vote to keep afloat,
So what's a man to do?"
He was a sturdy democrat,
A sterling fellow he,
Who dully prated, as he sat,
He seemed sunk down in dull despond,
Most mystified of men,
Beaten, bamboozled, as he conned
His lesson o'er again:-
"Of course, there's Mister Lyons, of
Whom I often sang
In fervent praise; but, spare me days!
Of course there's Mister Lang!
Where can I turn? What bridges burn?
By whom shall I be led?
Of shall I cast the bonds at last,
And learn to use my head?"
Herald, 3 March 1931, p8