Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ANARCHIST, by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT Poet's Biography First Line: The district attorney snaps his jaws Last Line: No, not more graft. Subject(s): Hypocrisy; Injustice; Law & Lawyers; Attorneys | ||||||||
The District Attorney snaps his jaws, He tightens and curls his thin lips, He scowls and focuses his ferret eyes, He separates the prisoner from friendly aid -- He insults him, he riddles him with ridicule, He overwhelms him with terror-breeding lies, He plays with him as a cat plays with a mouse, He kills him but does not eat him, -- Just leaves him dead. I smile, Mr. District Attorney, to think There is a thing would relax that strong mask of yours Without the aid of whiskey. The judge robes himself with his Gold Almighty superiority. He is the arbiter of moral turpitude. He is the patriot -- The expounder of the Declaration of Independence To men who have found their way from Russia to America by its light. Who starve, it is true, on hopes it holds out. His platitudes got him a job. He plays with platitudes five hours a day. Ha, ha, old man, I know something that would wake you up For a minute or two, and make you talk sense, Then let you sleep forever. The railroad president thinks he has his men Where the hair is short. They have struck For a little more time with their families, A little better education for their boy and girl, For more bread on the table. So the militia now guards the property. Scared young fellows Who wonder with horror If they will have to shoot other young fellows They went to school with And played baseball with on vacant lots. A bored policeman sits on the platform of the few cars running. "To guard the people?" No, you Guy, to guard the cars. Why did not the stockholders think of police protection When the directors of the road were transferring Millions of this precious property To their private bank accounts; Dumping stock on their friends and the public at high prices? If the policeman had clubbed the directors At each meeting when they "obstructed traffic," The Receivership might have been avoided. No, Mr. President, You have not such a tight grip on the men as you fancy. I know something that would loose your talons. No, not more graft. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JAKE MANN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SIX POETS IN SEATCH OF A LAWYER by DONALD HALL ANY AND ALL by LAWRENCE JOSEPH DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE GOVERNOR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LAW LIKE LOVE by WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN THE LAWYER'S INVOCATION TO SPRING by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL THE LAWYER'S WAYS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A CALL TO PRAYER by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT |
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