Monday, September 05, 2005

Imitating Wolcott

James Wolcott, of whom there is hardly a better, just reprinted a poem by P.B. Shelley which pretty accurately sums up what many must be thinking about Bush's autocratic and bungling handling of FEMA and the Katrina aftermath. Here's another.


An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,—
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring,—
Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know,
But leech-like to their fainting country cling,
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow,—
A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field,—
An army, which liberticide and prey
Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield,—
Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay;
Religion Christless, Godless—a book sealed;
A Senate,—Time’s worst statute, unrepealed,—
Are graves from which a glorious Phantom may
Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day.

Shelley was reviled as an atheist, but he knew that the establishment of his time had abandoned Christianity for a sanitized and wealth-worshipping farrago of greed.

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