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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117223" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rex Captivus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Americans if ye be, who stand surrounding my prison,<br> Has the sight of me, caged and cowed, no hint of the past to say,<br>Of the days when ye chose me symbol of Freedom the New-arisen?<br> Free ye found me, and King ye crowned me,<br>   And what is your King to-day?<br>Shackled for fools to laugh at, shorn of defence and defiance,<br> Tainted and reeking with filth in this barred, unspeakable slough,<br>Behold the sign of a creed divine, the bird of your faith’s reliance!<br> Polluted and shamed, the King ye acclaimed<br>   Recalls your allegiance now !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Born to be Prince of the Air, and the great Sun’s peer and brother,<br> Who alone might meet his eye in the infinite heights of blue,<br>Butt of the vulgar and lewd, in the ruck of my pen I smother:<br> Yet King! Ye have said it! Is my discredit<br>   Not greater disgrace for you?<br>Men—if ye still be men, not blind, unreasoning cattle—<br> See what the work of your hands hath made of the work of God!<br>These tabid things were once such wings as flash on your flags in battle,<br> And benisons put on every foot<br>   Of your hardly-ransomed sod!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me the faith of your fathers its resolute eyes uplifted,<br> I poised on your earliest banners, I routed your youngest foe,<br>I was borne in your van of late, where the Spanish smoke-bank drifted:—<br> Is all forgotten, that, smirched and rotten,<br>   You make of me squalid show?<br>I am stained with blood of your sons, and armored with prayers of your daughters,<br> To me your defenders point as sign of their aim most true,<br>On the prows of your mail-clad ships I sail to guard your conquered waters:<br> O sons of the West, will ye sully your crest<br>   With this hideous thing ye do?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay ! By the oath ye swore, by the pledge of your ancient duty,<br> By the blood ye spilled for my honor, I bid you to bend the knee!<br>Yield me my place again, in its purity, pride, and beauty!<br> Men of my nation, is this my station?<br>   I summon you, set me free!<br>Let there be one rift in the cloud of man’s world-wide dominion,<br> One thing of all breathing things that he bids no hand molest!<br>Let Liberty’s sky be hallowed by the beat of the eagle’s pinion,<br> By her sons released, from the earliest east<br>   To the shores of the farthest west!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Else am I king no more, acclaimed of bugle and tymbal;<br> No longer Bird of the Free, but, palsied, defiled, and sore;<br>Leave me to dream on the days when ye hailed me Liberty’s symbol,<br> On how I led you, to victory sped you,<br>   And how ye are mine no more!<br>Are ye blind, American men, that ye pass me, caged and pining?<br> Are ye deaf, American men, to that daring and distant cry,<br>The cheer of your sons, above their guns, for the bird on your banners shining,<br> For the world to see?—Ah, God of the Free,<br>   That symbol and sign am I!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Guy+Wetmore+Carryl">Guy Wetmore Carryl</a> from <i>The Garden of Years and Other Poems</i><div class=q>
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