Politics and Power

Those who say religion has nothing to do with politics do not know what religion is.

The Roots of Violence: wealth without work; pleasure without conscience; knowledge without character; commerce without morality; science without humanity; worship without sacrifice; politics without principles.

But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have to stand naked.

Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

America I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

America free Tom Mooney America save the Spanish Loyalists America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die America I am the Scottsboro boys.

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.

The individual is the product of power.

The hand that signed the paper felled a city; Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath, Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country; These five kings did a king to death.

When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd: Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.

Our researchers into Public Opinion are content That he held the proper opinions for the time of year; When there was peace, he was for peace; when there was war, he went.

Law, says the judge as he looks down his nose, Speaking clearly and most severely, Law is as I’ve told you before, Law is as you know I suppose, Law is but let me explain it once more, Law is The Law.

Unhappy is the land that needs a hero.

The President ordains the bee to be Immortal.

Here richly, with ridiculous display, The Politician’s corpse was laid away. While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.

Little Tin Gods on Wheels.

The House of Peers, throughout the war, Did nothing in particular,

I often think it’s comical How nature always does contrive That every boy and every gal, That’s born into the world alive, Is either a little Liberal, Or else a little Conservative!

Beneath the rule of men entirely great, The pen is mightier than the sword.

Kings are like stars—they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose.

An old, mad, blind, despised and dying king. 2

I met Murder on the way— He had a mask like Castlereagh. 3

To know nor faith, nor love nor law; to be Omnipotent but friendless is to reign.