A mere existence, bare of hope and joy,
Bare even of comfort.
Comrades, stretched and bound
In agony on labor’s rock, we live—
And die—to fatten vultures!
To a Foil’d European Revolutionaire
By Walt Whitman
(America’s most original and creative poet, 1819-1892; printer and journalist, during the war an army nurse, and later a government clerk, discharged for publishing what his superiors considered an “indecent” book)
Not songs of loyalty alone are these,