Author Elizabeth Thomas Brick walls built by Labor Keep the sun away;Towers wrought by Labor Set cold winds at play;Fires stoked by Labor Make the sky dark gray;So what is the good of Labor anyway? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments