Are all content? A nation's right betrayed, And all content! Oh, slaves! oh, parricides! Oh, by the brightest hope a just man has, I blush to look around and call you men! What! with your own free willing hands yield up The ancient fabric of your constitution, To be a garrison , a common barrack, And common guard-house, and for common cut-throats! What, will ye all combine to tie a stone Each to each other's neck, and drown like dogs Within the tide of time, and never float To after ages, or at best, but float A buoyant pestilence? Can ye but dig. Your own dark graves, creep into them, and die? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTARY BLUE by ROBERT FROST A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MAGDALEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL |