The Day Of Decision (CE)

By George Sterling

Now is that tiger loosened on mankind
    Whose fangs, if here undrawn, all men shall feel,
    Till wounds be given that ages cannot heal.
And thou, America! thou standest blind!
What! wilt thou wait till Hell has undermined
    The fane of Freedom, and her columns reel?—
    Wait till annunciating throats of steel
Declare thy doom upon the poisoned wind?

Or if thou waitest till the Beast is bound,
    As lesser peoples wage thy war for thee,
In what appraisement shall thy name be found?
        Shall not they cry; "We fought to save a world,
    Thou guarding past the desecrated sea
        Thy calloused patience and thy colors furled!"

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