Toward the end of a book-length poem, called Rubaiyat of Cheerfulness (found in google books) there are a few jewel-like verses:

Blind laws and customs of the rule of greed, Still wrecking human life and planting seed That only thankless toil and weariness Can grow for millions doomed by man to need!

Blind laws that heap on some what none create, And give the few what Nature doth donate – The earth and treasures of the mines, nor man His industry nor genius can create.

Blind laws by man himself alone decreed; Stale customs that on slavery still feed, Defying Cosmic Law and spoiling life To foster selfishness and private greed!

Blind laws that parcel to the “lucky” few Those values that from common toil accrue! Dire laws of greed and graft that take from All And lavish where no work or worth make due!

Laws reeking with the lust of wolfish pack, That ev’ry attribute of Justice lack, That nourish vice and craft and weigh upon The weak like senescence on Sinbad’s back.

Blind and withering laws that soon must go, As man his cruel childhood doth outgrow: Cain’s code of greed to Get and Have and Hold That which the strongest must ’erlong let go!

And hearts of men bow’d low with years of gain, With only gold for all their moil and pain, Go to their Longer Sleep with halting step – I will not say their Day of Life was vain.

And hearts of men are sore of strife for gain. It matters not tho all their toil be vain; The years grow wearisome for all who fix Their hearts upon the shining golden grain.

But life expands with Giving, and years crown Usefulness with peace; e’en funeral gown Hath pockets that will carry golden deeds From life to life: for Worth age wears no frown.

When on the altar of the Common Good Men lay their hope of Gain from laws withstood For private ends and mercenary greeds, Then dawns the reign of Social Brotherhood.

When All have equal Opportunity To work and reap: there is no charity So great! When men shall hold their mother Earth Intact, in trust for all humanity!

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This was part of a small book of poetry, with 500 copies, printed in 1907 in Los Angeles, by Luke North. Interestingly, it is copyrighted by G. D. Griffes. James Hartness Griffes is the real name of Luke North, who is listed as the author. A 1917 book of Luke North’s poetry is Songs of the Great Adventure.