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The Escape, By: G.K. Chesterton

January 31, 2023 by Editors

The Escape, By: G.K. Chesterton

    We watched you building, stone by stone,
    The well-washed cells and well-washed graves
    We shall inhabit but not own
    When Britons ever shall be slaves;
    The water’s waiting in the trough,
    The tame oats sown are portioned free,
    There is Enough, and just Enough,
    And all is ready now but we.

    But you have not caught us yet, my lords,
    You have us still to get.
    A sorry army you’d have got,
    Its flags are rags that float and rot,
    Its drums are empty pan and pot,
    Its baggage is–an empty cot;
    But you have not caught us yet.

    A little; and we might have slipped
    When came your rumours and your sales
    And the foiled rich men, feeble-lipped,
    Said and unsaid their sorry tales;
    Great God!    It needs a bolder brow
    To keep ten sheep inside a pen,
    And we are sheep no longer now;
    You are but Masters.    We are Men.

    We give you all good thanks, my lords,
    We buy at easy price;
    Thanks for the thousands that you stole,
    The bribes by wire, the bets on coal,
    The knowledge of that naked whole
    That hath delivered our flesh and soul
    Out of your Paradise.

    We had held safe your parks; but when
    Men taunted you with bribe and fee,
    We only saw the Lord of Men
    Grin like an Ape and climb a tree;
    And humbly had we stood without
    Your princely barns; did we not see
    In pointed faces peering out
    What Rats now own the granary.

    It is too late, too late, my lords,
    We give you back your grace:
    You cannot with all cajoling
    Make the wet ditch, or winds that sting,
    Lost pride, or the pawned wedding rings,
    Or drink or Death a blacker thing
    Than a smile upon your face.

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