(en) Anarchy by John Henry McKay (poem)

Calbayram H (hcalba@essex.ac.uk)
Wed, 5 Mar 1997 14:11:25 +0000 (GMT)


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ANARCHY

Ever reviled, accursed, ne'er understood, Thou art the gristly terror of our age. "Wreck of all order," cry the multitude, "Art thou, and war and murder's endless rage." O, let them cry. To them that ne'er have striven The truth that lies behind a word to find, To them the word's right meaning was not given. They shall continue blind among the blind. But thou, O word, so clear, so strong, so pure, Thou sayest all which I for goal have taken. I give thee to the future! Thine secure When each at least unto himself shall waken. Comes it in sunshine? In the tempest's thrill? I cannot tell - but it the earth shall see! I am an Anarchist! Wherefore I will Not rule, and also ruled I will not be!

JOHN HENRY MACKAY

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