High in the air exposed the slave is hung, <br />To all the birds of heaven, their living food! <br />He groans not, though awaked by that fierce sun <br />New torturers live to drink their parent blood; <br />He groans not, though the gorging vulture tear <br />The quivering fiber. Hither look, O ye <br />Who tore this man from peace and liberty! <br />Look hither, ye who weigh with politic care <br />The gain against the guilt! Beyond the grave <br />There is another world: bear ye in mind, <br />Ere your decree proclaims to all mankind <br />The gain is worth the guilt, that there the Slave, <br />Before the Eternal, "thunder-tongued shall plead <br />Against the deep damnation of your deed.<br /><br />Robert Southey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-in-the-air-exposed/
