Cotton
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Title
Cotton
Description
Cotton is king, high priest of Mammon,
Ruling the nation with imperial sway;
His will is law, all else is gammon—The people murmur, but murmuring obey.
Pregnant with force potential, yet occult,
O'erlooked, may mar far-sighted plans, and bringTo hopeful labor dishearening result.
At whose confederation all was thought on
That haply might effect its welfare, (see debates,)Except the simple article called cotton.
Inventive genius would ere long prepare,
Nor statecraft predicate the sad mishapThat Whitney's gin would prove the nation's snare.
Saw from her battered rampart baffled Greece depart,
Yet learned her seming victory to deplore,And owed her ruin to a work of art.
Challenge detraction to find a blot on,
Recreant to principle, trace with shameIts downfall to a thing for cleaning cotton.
Made Truth to swerve, and Liberty to falter,
Capping the climax of its coup d'etatBy strangling Freedom with a cotton haltar.
Creator
York
Source
1:23, p. 1
Date
12.24.1859
Collection
Citation
York, “Cotton,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 16, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/614.
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