This, My Song, Is Made For Kerensky Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDCEE FFFGHIJI KKLLHHMAMNNN OOJJJJJJHHHHPQRRQAAA J AJJJHSTQS JUUVUUWWXX YFYFZUZF FFFFF

Being a Chant of the American Soap Box and the Russian RevolutionA
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O market square O slattern placeB
Is glory in your slack disgraceB
Plump quack doctors sell their pillsC
Gentle grafters sell brass watchesD
Silly anarchists yell their illsC
Shall we be as weird as theseE
In the breezes nod and wheezeE
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Heaven's mass is sungF
Tomorrow's mass is sungF
In a spirit tongueF
By wind and dust and birdsG
The high mass of libertyH
While wave the banners redI
Sung round the soap boxJ
A mass for soldiers deadI
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When you leave your faction in the once loved hallK
Like a true American tongue lash them allK
Stand then on the corner under starry skiesL
And get you a gang of the worn and the wiseL
The soldiers of the Lord may be squeaky when they rallyH
The soldiers of the Lord are a queer little armyH
But the soldiers of the Lord before the year is throughM
Will gather the whole nation recruit all creationA
To smite the hosts abhorred and all the heavens renewM
Enforcing with the bayonet the thing the ages teachN
Free speechN
Free speechN
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Down with the Prussians and all their worksO
Down with the TurksO
Down with every army that fights against the soap boxJ
The Pericles Socrates Diogenes soap boxJ
The old Elijah Jeremiah John the Baptist soap boxJ
The Rousseau Mirabeau Danton soap boxJ
The Karl Marx Henry George Woodrow Wilson soap boxJ
We will make the wide earth safe for the soap boxJ
The everlasting foe of beastliness and tyrannyH
Platform of liberty Magna Charta libertyH
Andrew Jackson liberty bleeding Kansas libertyH
New born Russian libertyH
Battleship of thoughtP
The round world overQ
Loved by the red heartedR
Loved by the broken heartedR
Fair young Amazon or proud tough roverQ
Loved by the lionA
Loved by the lionA
Loved by the lionA
Feared by the foxJ
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The Russian Revolution is the world revolutionA
Death at the bedstead of every Kaiser knocksJ
The Hohenzollern army shall be felled like the oxJ
The fatal hour is striking in all the doomsday clocksJ
The while by freedom's alchemyH
Beauty is bornS
Ring every sleigh bell ring every church bellT
Blow the clear trumpet and listen for the answerQ
The blast from the sky of the Gabriel hornS
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Hail the Russian picture around the little boxJ
ExilesU
Troops in filesU
Generals in uniformV
Mujiks in their smocksU
And holy maiden soldiers who have cut away their locksU
All the peoples and the nations in processions mad and greatW
Are rolling through the Russian Soul as through a city gateW
As though it were a street of stars that paves the shadowy deepX
And mighty Tolstoi leads the van along the stairway steepX
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But now the people shoutY
Hail to KerenskyF
He hurled the tyrants outY
And this my song is made for KerenskyF
Prophet of the world wide intolerable hopeZ
There on the soap box seasoned dauntlessU
There amid the Russian celestial kaleidoscopeZ
Flags of liberty rags and battlesmokeF
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Moscow and ChicagoF
Come let us praise battling KerenskyF
Bravo BravoF
Comrade Kerensky the thunderstorm and rainbowF
Comrade Kerensky Bravo BravoF

Vachel Lindsay



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