When the Leaves Come Out/Kismet

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1614507When the Leaves Come Out — Kismet1917Ralph Hosea Chaplin

KISMET

You can't escape our scorn
No matter how you try!
Blue-blood, patrician born,
Proud and serene on high.
Big-bellied, overfed,
Gore-sucker, gourged and red,
Swollen with Labor's dead—
You can't escape our scorn
No matter how you try!

You can't escape our wrath
No matter how you try.
See! how it blocks your path,
Too much alive to die;
We, whom you gouge today,
We, too, have found a way—
Soon we shall make you pay!
You can't escape our wrath
No matter how you try.

You can't escape our hate
No matter how you try.
Hard seated by your gate,
One of us doomed to die.
Think you our hands are loath?
Snarl out your final oath,
Earth cannot hold us both—
You can't escape our hate
No matter how you try!


You can't escape your fate
No matter how you try—
Red wrath and scorn and hate—
Nemesis ever nigh;
Nor can your gallow-tree
Hold back the rising sea,
YOU'VE NO EXCUSE TO BE—
You can't escape your fate
No matter how you try!