To a President

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)

 

All you are doing and saying is to America dangled mirages,

You have not learn’d of Nature – of the politics of Nature

You have not learn’d the great amplitude, rectitude, impartiality,

You have not seen that only such as they are are for these States,

And that what is less than they must sooner or later lift off from these States.

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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2 Responses to To a President

  1. Young Ster says:

    Let him sleep for a while, he deserves it.

  2. de worty says:

    Most realists believe that a President-elect would be killed by the peaceful Left before he takes the office.

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