Rebel poets, who've given vicar aid to murdered agitator and starved miner, starve in your mind and murder in your thought indignant will-to-help unfused with Revolution. Nurture the calm of wrath. Though Labor fumble a second Civil War, prevent a memory like its first forged golden chain to bind white peon and black serf apart. While labor power'd come too nearly free in the open market of free trade for jobs, choose from Concord conspirators their thoughts which still remain Sedition; forget braggarts after victory whose rage contrived defeat. Not by old images of grief and joy, nor mummied memory of the Civil War, nor Mayflower Compact, nor by rebel oaths which made the Thirteen States palladium and shield and shibboleth, adjure ourselves. Now boom the double guns of Word and Deed while liberal persons fall in love with ice men and Wilson's ghost'll vampire Lenin's mummy. Every memory of hope, every thought, passions and nerves our stern philanthropy with cheer, with eager patience for laborers' slow smoldering of hate to crack down pedestals, compact from bones and gold, of Quirinus and Mars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER IN A BREATH; TO THE WILLIAMSON BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: THE ROAD TO BUFFALO by KAREN SWENSON |