What garden ever grew, or building built
Or thread put on a spool,
Was there a log ever split
That no hand touched a tool?
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What wealth ever came to be
That was wrought by idle hands?
What fish came out of the sea
At who’s commands
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To land cooked
On a dinner plate
Without hand, net, or hook
And lie awaiting to be ate?
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The richest of the rich
Depend upon the labor’s hands
Without which
They would have to turn their own hand.
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Labor built the land
But without ideas
In the caves we would still stand.
Work is required, but without assets
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A dream remains dreams
Plans go unfulfilled.
Trees are not turned to beams
And the grain remains un-milled.
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The laborer is worthy of his hire,
But so is the landlord of his rent.
And the one who risks the wealth he acquired,
Is worthy of his percent.
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As the one who holds to resell,
The one who transport,
Or lets rooms in a hotel.,
And those who import and export.
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An honest effort
In return for an honest return
These are the stalwarts
They are the ones to honor we secern.
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Rexx
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