grab a beer
incline your ear
be of good cheer
fetch another
draught
your brother
does not cross your mind
near you by dirty hovels
he sweats
he slums and grovels
tiredly he shovels
ditches for another kind 
this does not inspire
thought but to perspire 
down that drink
never think
of poverty and trouble
it makes you shrink
run on the double
brotherhood of man
i've heard of that
the blinded mole
in enclosed hole
is brother to the rat