2004-11-05

The Poor Voter on Election Day

I heard this poem on NPR the other day and I really liked it. I thought I would share.

The Poor Voter On Election Day
By John Greenleaf Whittier

The proudest now is but my peer,
The highest not more high;
Today, of all the weary year,
A king of men am I.

Today, alike the great and small,
The nameless and the known;
My palace is the people's hall,
The ballot-bow my throne!

Who serves today upon the list
Beside the served shall stand;
Alike the brown and wrinkled fist,
The gloved and dainty hand!

The rich is level with the poor,
The weak is strong today;
And sleekest broadcloth counts know more
The homespun frock of gray.

Today let pomp and vain pretense
My stubborn right abide;
I set a plain man's common sense
Against the pendant's pride.

Today shall simple manhood try
The strengthen of gold and land;
The wide world has not wealth to buy
The power in my right hand!

While there's grief to set redress,
Or balance to adjust,
Where weighs our living manhood less
Than Mammon's vilest dust-
While there's a right to need my vote,
A wrong to sweep away,
Up! clouted knee and ragged coat!
A man's a man today!

What a great poem :) P.S. Another public apology to Chou Chou...umm the last concert I went to was with her to see Duran Duran (I said I couldn't remember the last concert I went to). hehe sorry

kellbelle at 12:30 p.m.

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