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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532804" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This, My Song, Is Made For Kerensky</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O market square, O slattern place,<br>Is glory in your slack disgrace?<br>Plump quack doctors sell their pills,<br>Gentle grafters sell brass watches,<br>Silly anarchists yell their ills.<br>Shall we be as weird as these?<br>In the breezes nod and wheeze?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heaven's mass is sung, <br>Tomorrow's mass is sung <br>In a spirit tongue <br>By wind and dust and birds, <br>The high mass of liberty, <br>While wave the banners red: <br>Sung round the soap-box, <br>A mass for soldiers dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you leave your faction in the once-loved hall,<br>Like a true American tongue-lash them all,<br>Stand then on the corner under starry skies<br>And get you a gang of the worn and the wise.<br>The soldiers of the Lord may be squeaky when they rally,<br>The soldiers of the Lord are a queer little army,<br>But the soldiers of the Lord, before the year is through,<br>Will gather the whole nation, recruit all creation,<br>To smite the hosts abhorred, and all the heavens renew —<br>Enforcing with the bayonet the thing the ages teach —<br>Free speech!<br>Free speech!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down with the Prussians, and all their works.<br>Down with the Turks.<br>Down with every army that fights against the soap-box,<br>The Pericles, Socrates, Diogenes soap-box,<br>The old Elijah, Jeremiah, John-the-Baptist soap-box,<br>The Rousseau, Mirabeau, Danton soap-box,<br>The Karl Marx, Henry George, Woodrow Wilson soap-box.<br>We will make the wide earth safe for the soap-box,<br>The everlasting foe of beastliness and tyranny,<br>Platform of liberty: — Magna Charta liberty,<br>Andrew Jackson liberty, bleeding Kansas liberty,<br>New-born Russian liberty: —<br>Battleship of thought,<br>The round world over,<br>Loved by the red-hearted,<br>Loved by the broken-hearted,<br>Fair young Amazon or proud tough rover,<br>Loved by the lion,<br>Loved by the lion,<br>Loved by the lion,<br>Feared by the fox.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Russian Revolution is the world revolution.<br>Death at the bedstead of every Kaiser knocks.<br>The Hohenzollern army shall be felled like the ox.<br>The fatal hour is striking in all the doomsday clocks.<br>The while, by freedom's alchemy<br>Beauty is born.<br>Ring every sleigh-bell, ring every church bell,<br>Blow the clear trumpet, and listen for the answer: —<br>The blast from the sky of the Gabriel horn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hail the Russian picture around the little box: —<br>Exiles,<br>Troops in files,<br>Generals in uniform,<br>Mujiks in their smocks,<br>And holy maiden soldiers who have cut away their locks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the peoples and the nations in processions mad and great,<br>Are rolling through the Russian Soul as through a city gate: —<br>As though it were a street of stars that paves the shadowy deep.<br>And mighty Tolstoi leads the van along the stairway steep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now the people shout:<br>&quot;Hail to Kerensky,<br>He hurled the tyrants out.&quot;<br>And this my song is made for Kerensky,<br>Prophet of the world-wide intolerable hope,<br>There on the soap-box, seasoned, dauntless,<br>There amid the Russian celestial kaleidoscope,<br>Flags of liberty, rags and battlesmoke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moscow and Chicago!<br>Come let us praise battling Kerensky,<br>Bravo! Bravo!<br>Comrade Kerensky the thunderstorm and rainbow!<br>Comrade Kerensky, Bravo, Bravo!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</a><div class=q>
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O market square, O slattern place,
Is glory in your slack disgrace?
Plump quack doctors sell their pills,
Gentle grafters sell brass watches,
Silly anarchists yell their ills.
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