Oh, mighty America, hast thou come to this?
Has all thy grandeur, all thy hopes, all thy wonder,
Thy Bradford and thy Franklin,
Thy Whitman and thy Boone,
Thy Cooper and thy Norris,
Thy London and thy Debs,
Thy Jane Addams and thy sunrise—
Come to this?
That thou shouldst be looked on with terror
By an unknown child in Asia?—
Fare thee well, O land, fare thee other.
From Hail, American Development (Definition Press)
© 1968 by Eli Siegel