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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426720" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fly In The Ointment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the great Creator fashion'd us, and saw that we were good, <br>He commission'd us to dominate the planet as it stood. <br>But His ordinance meets denial still, and peace remains unknown, <br>For the Boer is always with us, calling certain lands his own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet the Lord has given us grace to scent a Good Thing from afar — <br>Are we not our brother's keeper? Most assuredly we are! <br>So we seek to bear his burden, and benignly take him in, <br>Though he fight like forty devils in his ignorance and sin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once the Boers of Athens met us on the veldt of Marathon, <br>Where they fired upon our ambulance, and consequently won. <br>And the Maccabean Dutchmen, by their sniping tactics mean, <br>Smote our absent-minded beggars round Jerusalemfontein. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The commandos of Arminius denied us land or loot; <br>Not to speak of that old Dopper, Oom Bruce of Bannockspruit. <br>At Sempachstrom, at Gransonkop, we met the laager's Swiss, <br>And they mowed us by the acre, through their white flag artifice. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the countless tons of swaddies, O the money worth of tools, <br>We have spent to prove our doctrine — that the Big Battalion rules! <br>Yet the stolid Boer confronts us still, in dirt and Scripture strong, <br>While our dividends evaporate — How long? O Lord! how long? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us beg the workman's shilling, let us smell our hats in prayer, <br>For the swift and lasting triumph of the multi-millionaire. <br>Let us reap the fields we sowed not, gather where we have not strawed <br>Since your wily operator is the noblest work of God. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bravely sings the long-hair'd Alfred, 'Forward, forward let us range, <br>Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of 'Change,' <br>O be sure the Good Time Coming shall attain its glorious birth <br>When the patriot owns his blunder, and the boodler owns the earth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">('Bulletin,' March, 1900.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Furphy">Joseph Furphy</a><div class=q>
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