Vachel Lindsay quotes

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It breaks his heart that kings must murder still,
That all his hours of travail here for men
here at midnight, in our little town
A mourning figure walks, and will not rest,
A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black,
A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl
Factory windows are always broken.
Somebody's always throwing bricks,
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, Boom,"
A roaring, epic, ragtime tune
"Be careful what you do,
Or Mumbo-Jumbo, god of the Congo,
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Boom, steal the pygmies,
Boom, kill the Arabs,
Boom, kill the white men,
Coal-black maidens with pearls in their hair,
Knee skirts trimmed with the jassamine sweet,
Sleep softly . . . eagle forgotten . . . under the stone.
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