Thus Always

For the sake of peace, Brutii are born
Who had watched the tyrant's swell,
From year to stinking year,
And let his heart be yet unmoved?
There may yet be time, sweetest time
Where daggers are down-flung,
Yet not today, for there is butcher's work
To still be done upon the earth.
Yet, Christ-Liberator shall unbound the bound
And bring the statues down, the Ideologue's Idol.
Thus abrupt shall tyrant's rule o'er free and noble men.

Neath Heaven's sweetest climb, tyrants growl and prowl,
The lash is laughter on the ears of cast-down men
And truth-speakers lie amid the rusted chains of freedom.
Yet silver-sailing blades find the tyrant true
And wet the soil with ruler's blood.
Autocrat and despot, all alike shall tumble down.
Yet shall the graveyards throng with decent men
Afore the grip is slackened unto dust,
And grim anarchy shall tawdry all the loss,
Build more statues and call them statue-smashers.
For none shall give justice o'er all the world
Till all the world dissolves in flame.
Thus abrupt shall tyrant's rule o'er free and noble men.

The grasping hand that snatches the boy
And girdles him with clothes and rifle
Commands him to die for ideals he cannot know,
Shall be stabbed down before the throne.
The camps where generations bustle under lights,
Glares and groping by cruel watchmen,
Shall light the sky with fire and dance in death.
For God made the world, yet shall he unmake
And thus make all men equal in the sky
Thus abrupt shall tyrant's rule o'er free and noble men.