Bassen....this may not be quite what you had in mind but here are some words based on that lovely letter....

Dear Brother
(Amergin, 2001)

Dear Brother, I write to you
From Seattle in 1919
The wages of a lumberjack
Are decent but the prices are high
They have doubled since before the war

Dear Brother I write to tell you
That they don't like us here
They want our labour but not our ideas
They harass us with guns and words
There are thousands going home

Dear Brother, I must inform you
The workers are striking across the land
The wobblies help them march
Singing songs for better conditions
For each and every working man

Dear Brother I say to you
I am a member of that Wobbly union
And they say that I am a red
But I'm not sure what that means
But I wear the label proud

Dear Brother I must go
Give my love to the family
You're in my thoughts and prayers
As I march and sing down the Skid Road
Of this dirty logging town

Amergin

P.S My most sincere apologies for taking so much liberty with it....

The working class and the employing class have nothing in common.