Swords and Plowshares/Omdurman
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ARMY of ghouls, defilers of the tomb!
Since king and clergy rent the rotting clay
Of England's greatest ruler, has the day
Beheld a loathlier crime? Beneath that dome
Lay a brave Nubian Cromwell; one, of whom
The prophets—David, Solomon—might say,
"He is our brother who have passed away;
Receive and do him honor in our room."
Remember, if in days that come apace
You see the rabble's devastating lust
Snatch from her sepulcher before your face
Your gray-haired queen and drag her in the dust—
Remember, while you blanch at such a doom,
Her lords and gentlemen before Khartoum.
Since king and clergy rent the rotting clay
Of England's greatest ruler, has the day
Beheld a loathlier crime? Beneath that dome
Lay a brave Nubian Cromwell; one, of whom
The prophets—David, Solomon—might say,
"He is our brother who have passed away;
Receive and do him honor in our room."
Remember, if in days that come apace
You see the rabble's devastating lust
Snatch from her sepulcher before your face
Your gray-haired queen and drag her in the dust—
Remember, while you blanch at such a doom,
Her lords and gentlemen before Khartoum.