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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the United States Senate</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And must the Senator from Illinois <br>Be this squat thing, with blinking, half-closed eyes? <br>This brazen gutter idol, reared to power <br>Upon a leering pyramid of lies? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And must the Senator from Illinois <br>Be the world's proverb of successful shame, <br>Dazzling all State house flies that steal and steal, <br>Who, when the sad State spares them, count it fame? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If once or twice within his new won hall <br>His vote had counted for the broken men; <br>If in his early days he wrought some good — <br>We might a great soul's sins forgive him then. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But must the Senator from Illinois <br>Be vindicated by fat kings of gold? <br>And must he be belauded by the smirched, <br>The sleek, uncanny chiefs in lies grown old? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be warned, O wanton ones, who shielded him — <br>Black wrath awaits. You all shall eat the dust. <br>You dare not say: &quot;To-morrow will bring peace; <br>Let us make merry, and go forth in lust.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What will you trading frogs do on a day <br>When Armageddon thunders thro' the land; <br>When each sad patriot rises, mad with shame, <br>His ballot or his musket in his hand? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the distracted states from which you came <br>The day is big with war hopes fierce and strange; <br>Our iron Chicagos and our grimy mines <br>Rumble with hate and love and solemn change. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too many weary men shed honest tears, <br>Ground by machines that give the Senate ease. <br>Too many little babes with bleeding hands <br>Have heaped the fruits of empire on your knees. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And swine within the Senate in this day, <br>When all the smothering by-streets weep and wail; <br>When wisdom breaks the hearts of her best sons; <br>When kingly men, voting for truth, may fail: — </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are a portent and a call to arms. <br>Our protest turns into a battle cry: <br>&quot;Our shame must end, our States be free and clean; <br>And in this war we choose to live and die.&quot;</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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