Salt Lake Telegram | 1910-09-21 | Page 4 | Uncle Walt

U Uncle 11 1 Walt The Th l Philosopher i r 1 JUSTICE JUSTICE IS BLIND r f J I spend my weary y da days s 's in fn Jail ian W l the hours seem sad and long T I Ie J against the bars and wail wall and ga gathe gas gaze the passing throng Why are thee up tent tel'S on my legs less Why do I sleep lee fe moldy straw I sold a ma man eggs that would not pass the pj pure tOr law The peelers came then to my y ate and smote inc roundly with their and cast me on this dungeon floor and I t tone one succors no one saves i look n through the prison bars and watch r v I flood of humankind and see m men taw au motor cars who tried to rob th the ri- ri j blind Across the street a states stands his pockets full tull of not note he often rises uses both his hands the price of votes The grafting aide man drives es by big diamonds glo lowig his shirt he sees me mer and he wink I r C eye and leaves me to the gloom and The plutocrats are on para le before tf tt rt dark and dreary cell if it they were ai ak aek how much they've made I doubt me If the they could tell They break some la In most evory every day they all alt hire lawyers 1 the year and yet they blithely go the way ay while I I. I alas am weeping here ifA t i fA be lt Copyright 1910 by Geor Geor i Adams