OUR demagogues, as wise old Aristophanes may show, Are playing just the game they played two thousand years ago. "They work," says he, "like seamen when they go to fish for eels; They stir the mud, and foul the ponds, and so they fill their creels. For fools, like eels, pop up their heads, whene'er they scent a riot; And orators in shoals would starve, if once the State grew quiet." Moral Let workmen plead the workmen's cause, and trust no flatterer's cant, Hold fast by English fortitude -- you'll ne'er need Irish rant. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIPPERARY: 5. BY OUR OWN EUGENE FIELD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 7. MIDSUMMER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE GERMAN BAND by EARL DERR BIGGERS THE DESERT DISILLUSION by BERTON BRALEY |