AS to democracy, fellow citizens, Are you not prepared to admit That I, who inherited riches and was to the manner born, Was second to none in Spoon River In my devotion to the cause of Liberty? While my contemporary, Anthony Findlay, Born in a shanty and beginning life As a water carrier to the section hands, Then becoming a section hand when he was grown, Afterwards foreman of the gang, until he rose To the superintendency of the railroad, Living in Chicago, Was a veritable slave driver, Grinding the faces of labor, And a bitter enemy of democracy. And I say to you, Spoon River, And to you, O republic, Beware of the man who rises to power From one suspender. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR LEFT' by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR THE BUOY-BELL by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER INDEPENDENCE DAY by ROYALL TYLER A TRIBUTE TO DAD by CLARA MCKEE BEEDE THE NEW WORLD; TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES by LAURENCE BINYON RECIPROCAL KINDNESS THE PRIMARY LAW OF NATURE by VINCENT BOURNE THE DESERT by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT PALAMON AND ARCITE, OR THE KNIGHT'S TALE: BOOK 3 by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |