Remorse for Intemperate Speech
I ranted to the knave and fool, | But outgrew that school, | Would transform the part, | Fit audience found,
but cannot rule | My fanatic1 heart. | | | | | I sought my betters: though in each | Fine manners, liberal speech, | Turn hatred into sport, | Nothing said or done can reach | My fanatic heart. | | | | | Out of Ireland have we come. | Great hatred, little room, | Maimed us at the start. | I carry from my mothers womb | A fanatic heart. | August
28, 1931 |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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