Classic Poem

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 the 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 heaven beyond.

I spit upon all morals that contend
that the joy of life is not life's highest end.

I spit upon the education that
turns into Babbitts what might have been men.

Upon this whole damned system do I spit,
and while I spit — I weep.