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Dec 21, 2008 
Let us then, oh brothers
revive the pen which burns
away the lie that smothers
all our great laboring earns:
come, for we yet shall conquer
conquer, as we must
visions, moaning that haunt Her*
specters of truth and of lust
old, vain fools, who roll our bones
gamble are we or exercise
and falling 7’s or worse to who owns
our broken lots which we despise
men of the world wherefore sow
those fields now that ye are laid low;
re-educated thyselves, affix anew
all of value hitherto ye knew
the quantity is unimportant
for the means were always lacking
making sullen thy deportment
rough the sea, the state-ship tacking…
thus the movement kept on the defensive
]its claim on the world left to the submissive
the shadow of god it haunts us still
and yet, our children mayhap distill
from the Ghost a supreme will
no ill can sicken nor Want could kill.
*America
