Bars and Shadows by Ralph Chaplin
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page 23 of 42 (54%)
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Upraised for all to see;
With loving pride he cherishes His mediocrity! The smirking, ass-like multitudes Cringe down at his command. With wagging ears and blinded eyes They do not understand. With pride they show each shackled wrist And on each brow the brand. The young, the old, the great, the small Give homage--all supine. Fond parents bring their children there As to some holy shrine. And every one the Beast transforms From human into swine! Well praised are they--rewarded well-- Who on their shoulders bore The gilded Thing that all the mob Fawned in the dust before. And each that did obeisance there Was naked like a whore. The poet with his teeming song, The wise his deep-delved lore, The maiden with her tender flesh, The strong his sturdy store: Each yielded all he had to give; |
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