CONTEMPT

I spit upon the laws that thieves have made To give the crooked strength to rob the weak. I spit upon a country full of wealth Where millions live in squalor and in want. I spit upon a flag that waves above A nation made of masters and of slaves. I spit upon religions that defend A hell on earth, and preach a life to come. I spit upon all morals that contend That joy of life is not life’s highest end. I spit upon the education that Makes pygmies out of what might have been men. Upon this whole damned system do I spit, And while I spit—I weep.