CONTEMPT

CONTEMPT

I spit upon the laws that thieves have madeTo give the crooked strength to rob the weak.I spit upon a country full of wealthWhere millions live in squalor and in want.I spit upon a flag that waves aboveA nation made of masters and of slaves.I spit upon religions that defendA hell on earth, and preach a life to come.I spit upon all morals that contendThat joy of life is not life’s highest end.I spit upon the education thatMakes pygmies out of what might have been men.Upon this whole damned system do I spit,And while I spit—I weep.

I spit upon the laws that thieves have madeTo give the crooked strength to rob the weak.I spit upon a country full of wealthWhere millions live in squalor and in want.I spit upon a flag that waves aboveA nation made of masters and of slaves.I spit upon religions that defendA hell on earth, and preach a life to come.I spit upon all morals that contendThat joy of life is not life’s highest end.I spit upon the education thatMakes pygmies out of what might have been men.Upon this whole damned system do I spit,And while I spit—I weep.

I spit upon the laws that thieves have madeTo give the crooked strength to rob the weak.

I spit upon the laws that thieves have made

To give the crooked strength to rob the weak.

I spit upon a country full of wealthWhere millions live in squalor and in want.

I spit upon a country full of wealth

Where millions live in squalor and in want.

I spit upon a flag that waves aboveA nation made of masters and of slaves.

I spit upon a flag that waves above

A nation made of masters and of slaves.

I spit upon religions that defendA hell on earth, and preach a life to come.

I spit upon religions that defend

A hell on earth, and preach a life to come.

I spit upon all morals that contendThat joy of life is not life’s highest end.

I spit upon all morals that contend

That joy of life is not life’s highest end.

I spit upon the education thatMakes pygmies out of what might have been men.

I spit upon the education that

Makes pygmies out of what might have been men.

Upon this whole damned system do I spit,And while I spit—I weep.

Upon this whole damned system do I spit,

And while I spit—I weep.

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