Poetry Archives

High in the air expos’d the Slave is hung
  To all the birds of Heaven, their living food!
He groans not, tho’ awaked by that fierce Sun
  New torturers live to drink their parent blood!
He groans not, tho’ the gorging Vulture tear
  The quivering fibre! hither gaze O ye
  Who tore this Man from Peace and Liberty!
Gaze hither ye who weigh with scrupulous care
The right and prudent; for beyond the grave
  There is another world! and call to mind,
  Ere your decrees proclaim to all mankind
Murder is legalized, that there the Slave
Before the Eternal, “thunder-tongued shall plead
“Against the deep damnation of your deed.”