MY friends, when I'm elected, the people, now dejected, will bid farewell to grief; I'll make their sorrows bubbles, to all their tears and troubles I'll bring a prompt relief. The people now are groaning; for justice they are honing, and hone for it in vain; but when I am elected, an end may be expected to all the stress and strain. The tyrant and the spoiler now rob the humble toiler, their feet upon his neck; but when I am elected the tree will be erected on which they'll swing, by heck! Oh, men with spades and axes! they burden you with taxes—that is the tyrants' plan! But when I am elected all laws will be rejected which tax the working man. The rich men ride in motors; on foot you go, O voters, your feet all seamed with scars; but when I am elected this sin will be corrected; you'll all have choo-choo cars. Alas, my friends and neighbors, you're wearied by your labors, your strivings gall and irk; but when I am elected a change will be detected—no man will have to work! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU SAY YOU SAID by MARIANNE MOORE TO A WEALTHY MAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LINES WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OF ALEXANDER DUMAS by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT THE LOVE OF GOD by ELIZA SCUDDER LOCKSLEY HALL SIXTY YEARS AFTER by ALFRED TENNYSON SONG OF THE PILGRIMS [SEPTEMBER 16, 1620] by THOMAS COGSWELL UPHAM ON GOOD FRIDAY, THE DAY OF OUR SAVIOUR'S PASSION by PHILIP AYRES |