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AFTER TENNYSON by AMBROSE BIERCE

Poem Explanation

First Line: YOU ASK ME WHY, THOUGH ILL AT EASE
Subject(s): MODERN LIFE; FREEDOM; POLITICS & GOVERNMENT; UNITED STATES; LIBERTY; AMERICA;

You ask me why, though ill at ease,
AN EMIGRANT
Within this region I subsist,

Where honor's dead, and law is hissed,
You ask me why, though ill at ease,.
And all men pillage as they please.
Within this region I subsist

Where all defaulters fill the fist

Ere sialing o'er the western seas.
It is the land where freemen kill

In warm debate their party foes;
It is a land where one may kill
The land where judges come to blows
With sober-sided freedom-?? - bruise
And speak the things that make us ill;
And shoot and stab wome'er he choose,

And thugs may wreak their own sweet will.


A land of base expedient;
A land of such misgovernment
A land where gold can justice drown;
That Justice here has not a frown,
Where Freedom's chains are handed down
And greed still broadens slowly down,
From President to President;
From Scavenger to President;



Where Faction gathers to a head,
Where factions wrangle for the bread
And in his greasy, foulest thought
Of honest men; where, fearing naught,
Sets law and order all at naught-?? -
Accurst monopolies have caught
Goes in for anarchy instead.
The people in the nets they spread;


If banded unions prosecute

Our unions like the deuce, and I'm
Where branded convicts execute
About to be had up for crime,
The laws that in a better time
Or made to keep my clapper mute;
They broke, and every kind of crime

Stalks unashamed and resolute.
And Power should take from purse and till,

The gains that I appropriate

From every coffer of the State,
Should honor e'er possess the land,
And I to fight have not the will,
And patriots control the State,

And Justice rise, divine with hate,
Then waft me from the harbor south,
To choke the politician band,
Wild winds! I seek a safer sky,

Where I can plunder still, and I

Can still shoot off my loaded mouth.
O waft me from the harbor forth,

Wild winds. I'll see Alaska's sky.
Here 'twill have grown too warm, and I
Will run for office in the North.




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