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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357772" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Son of a Fool</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gyved and chained in his father's home,<br>He toiled 'neath a conqueror's rule;<br>Bowed to the earth in the land of his birth;<br>The Slave who was Son of a Fool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor remnant he of a conquered race,<br>Long shorn of its power and pride,<br>No reverence shone in his sullen face<br>When they told how that race had died.<br>But the meed that he gave to his father's name<br>Was a down-drooped head and a flush of shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burned in his brain was the pitiful tale<br>Of a sabre too late unsheathed;<br>Deep in his heart lay the poisoned dart<br>Of the shame that his sire bequeathed:<br>The searing shame of a laggard life,<br>Of an arm too weak in the hour of strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the Fool had reigned full many a year<br>In the Land of the Bounteous Gifts,<br>Dreaming and drifting, with never a fear,<br>As a doomed fool pleasantly drifts;<br>And he ate his fill of the gifts she gave <br>The Fool who was sire of a hopeless Slave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through years of plenty and years of peace<br>he lolled in the pleasing shade,<br>Marking his flocks and his herds increase,<br>Watching his waxing trade;<br>And he smiled when he heard of the old world's wars,<br>With never a care for his own rich stores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Year by year as his harvest grew,<br>He gleaned with a lightsome heart;<br>His barns he filled, and he sowed and tilled,<br>Trading in port and mart.<br>Proud of his prowess in psort and trade<br>Was the Fool, who scoffed at an alien raid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little he recked of the gathering cloud<br>That boded a swift disgrace.<br>Was he not seed of a manly breed,<br>Proud son of a warlike race?<br>And he told of the deeds that his sires had done <br>While he wielded a bat in the place of a gun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Small were his fears in the rich fat years,<br>Loud was his laugh of scorn<br>When they whispered low of a watching foe,<br>Greedy for gold and corn;<br>A foe grown jealous of trade an pow'r,<br>Marking the teasure, and waiting the hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas a cheerful Fool, but a Fool foredoomed<br>Gazed out on a clear spring morn;<br>And his eye ranged wide o'er the countryside,<br>With its treasures, its kine and corn.<br>And, 'Mine, all mine!' said the prosperous Fool.<br>'And it never shall pass to an alien rule!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, e'en when the smoke of the raiders' ships<br>Trailed out o'er the northern skies,<br>His laugh was loud: ''Tis a summer cloud,'<br>Said the Fool in his Paradise.<br>And, to guard his honor, he gave a gun<br>To the feeble hands of his younger son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, a startled Fool, and a Fool in haste<br>Awoke on a later day,<br>When they sped the word that a foe laid waste<br>His ports by the smiling bay,<br>And his voice was shrill as he bade his sons<br>Haste out to the sound of the booming guns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was brave, they tell, as a fool is brave,<br>With an oath 'tween his hard-clenched teeth,<br>When he found the sword that he fain would wave<br>Held fast in its rusty sheath;<br>When he learned that the hand, so skilled in play,<br>Was the hand of a child that fatal day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And scarce had he raised his rallying cry,<br>Scarce had he called one note,<br>When he died, as ever a foo must die,<br>With his war-song still in his throat.<br>And an open ditch was the hasty grave<br>Of the Fool who fathered a hopeless Slave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They point the moral, they tell the tale,<br>And the old world wags its head:<br>'If a Fool hath treasure, and Might prevail,<br>Then the Fool must die,' 'tis said.<br>And the end of it all is a broken gun<br>And the heritage gleaned by a hapless son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gyved and chained in his father's home,<br>He toiled 'neath a conqueror's rule;<br>While they flung in his face the taunt of his race:<br>A Slave and the Son of a Fool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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He toiled 'neath a conqueror's rule;
Bowed to the earth in the land of his birth;
The Slave who was Son of a Fool.

Poor remnant he of a conquered race,
Long shorn of its power and pride,
No reverence shone ..."></div>
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