Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Golden Silence - Poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
A word out of season
Of vapid unreason
May seem mere political twaddle at best;
But this thing needs abatement
If, with each wild statement
It mean's that a cool quarter million's gone West.
What millions are pouring
While, raving and roaring,
Not only John Lang, but a dozen or more
Outshouting the others
With rhetoric costly are taking the floor?
In mood apathetic
We hear energetic
But futile economists voicing their views;
And little attention
We give the dissension
Until we awoke to this dread bit of news.
Now, what are we paying
For all this dull braying?
Beyond computation the vast millions heap,
Till we're yearing to shackle
This mad, costly cackle
With curses for him who said talking was cheap.
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