The Great War

from The Man Who Saw, an electronic edition

The Starved Lion

WHEREFORE with barking mouths abuse

The hands that dole our " doctored " news ?

Is it not time there rose once more

That nobler sound—the lion's roar?

England, thou art a lion yet!

What meals are these before thee set ?

Stale morsels--no fit fare for thee--

And cooked besides! Oh, canst thou be

Content to famish--late and soon

Fed like an infant with a spoon?

Lion that ne'er didst loose in vain

The tempests of thy tangled mane,--

If thou would'st shake but one lone note

Of the ancient thunder from thy throat

On these who wrong thee, where were they ?

That blast would wither them away.