I recently ran across a wonderful poem published by the New York World in the 1920s, entitled On Waiting in Vain for the New Masses to Denounce Nonvoting Stocks:
Then you who drive the fractious nail,
And you who lay the heavy rail,
And all who bear the dinner pail
And daily punch the clock—
Shall it be said your hearts are stone?
They are your brethren and they groan!
Oh, drop a tear for those who own Nonvoting corporate stock.
