TO AMERICA
Yes, Mother, it is true;
Bad daughters and worse sons we've been to you—
Taking all, giving naught—
Till we have brought
You down to this. . . .
You need
A starker breed
To cherish you and guard,
Keep watch and ward,
Or strike if strike they must!
Mother, our shameful heads are in the dust—
Abject—
Before you. . . .
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