"Poor lads! And you for others' wrongs and sins
Whose dead past greed and lust did never wince
To make your fathers, mothers, and now you
Miserable fiends in hell, must expiate, since
"We the more guilty, we the strong, the few,
Whose triumph thrusts you down into the stew,
Fear lest our victims rise and rend us, fear
This problem mad we will not listen to!
"Victims, with her your fellow-victim here,
Blind, deaf, dumb beasts, the hour shall yet appear
When men, when justicers resolute-terrible, you
Shall speak and all men tremble as they hear!"
Mount Rennie. (the Time-spirit Speaks.)
Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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Poem topics: greed, lust, never, poor, rise, hear, strong, listen, problem, terrible, triumph, speak, blind, guilty, fear, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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