From The Libertarian Labyrinth
In Memory of Ferrer
By George E. Bowen.
- When all the gold is counted, and all the profit won,
- And not a butchery of faith in manhood left undone,
- Survey with me the splendors the vandal victors keep
- While honor's few defenders beside the ruins weep.
- When all the love is traded for license and for shame,
- And fellowship forgotten, and truth a blotted name,
- Content us with the power that owns a world of slaves
- With baser dogs to drive them to hope-consuming graves.
- When all the arts of murder and all the guns of hate
- Have left but fiends and felons to guard the social state,
- How will the fruit of labor their ghoulish passions feast
- When men no longer suffer the fury of the beast?