John Kelley

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John Kelley
by Robert E. Howard
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John Kelley


I hesitate to name your name,

John Kelley,

For I shrink from obscenity.

I hope you feel white,

After pilloring a child before a snarling pack

Of yellow-bellied swine, who after all,

Were whiter at heart than you, John Kelley.

You should feel proud, Honorable sir,

For the dung you have cast into the faces

Of the American people;

For the blow you have dealt at American womanhood,

And the woman-hood of your own color and race,

John Kelley.

You have betrayed the women of your race,

John Kelley,

And if you had the soul of a man instead of a hog,

Your dreams would be haunted by dim shapes

And quivering shadows,

By tear-dimmed eyes and pale faces and slender white hands,

By all the dim women down all Eternity,

Who suffered and passed through the red portals of Hell

To give you being, John Kelley.

This is my word to you,

And may you remember it.

It is my hope that your yellow-bellied pets

Will deal with you some day as you have dealt with your own

People;

That they will nail you into a barrel

Full of razor blades

And roll you down a hill into hell, John Kelley.