If thou, Columbia, dost from this, thy son-- <br />The condor beak and python eyes--recoil, <br />Bethink thee of the years that Freedom's soil <br />Was husbanded by devil-feet which run <br />To scatter lies and wrongs; until thereon <br />Huge growths do thrive, once meadow, by the toil <br />Of pioneers; where now resort for spoil <br />The mouths and beaks that hunt for carrion. <br />In years to come, if men mid the debris <br />Of this republic shall explore the cause <br />Of vast decay, two faces will appear: <br />The perjured Marshall, who with sorcery <br />Planted the jungle of unequal laws, <br />And this huge reptile, now a nation's Fear!<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-picture-of-john-d-rockefeller/
