What? do you say that we, the toilers - the slaves -
(Why strain at the gnat name
Who swallow the camel thing your pocket craves?) -
That we are "just the same,"
(Nay, worse) when power is ours and wealth - that we
Are harder masters still,
More keen to ring her last from misery,
More greedy of our will?
'Tis true! And when you see men so - see us
Sneer at us, call us swine! -
"How we must love you who have made us thus,
You may perhaps divine!"
Upstarts
Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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Poem topics: I love you, power, wealth, true, divine, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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