All My Brothers Are Beautiful by Joe Wallace
I am the youngest one of them all / Growing the fastest but still too small / All my brothers are straight and tall / Even when they are stooped with toil / All my brothers are beautiful /
Long ago they scattered from home / Some to settle and some to roam / What does it matter field or foam? / All my brothers are neighbours now / All my brothers are beautiful /
They were robbed wherever they went / Stand and deliver, profit and rent, / Eating the ashes of discontent / Still for all their bitterness / All my brothers are beautiful /
Caught in the blind man's bluff of war / They died and they didn't know what for / For God and Country the gangsters swore / None of my brothers are blindfolded now / All my brothers are beautiful /
One has the beauty of night and stars / One has the beauty of golden bars / Varying skins but the very same scars / White or red whatever the shade / All my brothers are beautiful /
I am the rainbow's radiant prism / I am its beauty and symbolism / I am the builder of socialism. / The whole world blossoms as I grow tall / Blooms for my beautiful brothers and all.
We are siblings in this struggle and I love my siblings so of course I would need you here.