Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Libertatis Sacra Fames - Poem by Oscar Wilde

ALBEIT nurtured in democracy,
And liking best that state republican
Where every man is Kinglike and no man
Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see,
Spite of this modern fret for Liberty,
Better the rule of One, whom all obey,
Than to let clamorous demagogues betray
Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.
Wherefore I love them not whose hands profane
Plant the red flag upon the piled-up street
For no right cause, beneath whose ignorant reign
Arts, Culture, Reverence, Honour, all things fade,
Save Treason and the dagger of her trade,
And Murder with his silent bloody feet.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001

Poem Edited: Friday, May 18, 2001


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