BIT of topsy-turvy artifice
Goes wandering like a monarch through our streets,
A whiskey-soaked, be-daggered king that meets
To riot for whatever cause there is;
A wayward autocrat, whose services
To earth seem but the deadly plagues he heats;
A potentate of such ignoble feats
As nailed the Saviour to that cross of His.
A sultan whom no bond of law restrains,
From whose injustices there is no appeal;
A king anoint with Satan’s sulphur stains,
A red and white and black-faced Czar, whose heel
America, our continent, profanes,–
And called “The Sovereign People”–for his pains.
(Felipe Pardo)
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