Explore "A Political Apostate" by Ambrose Bierce on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Good friend, it is with deep regret I note / The latest, strangest turning of your coat; / Though any way you wear that mental clout / The seamy side seems always to be out.
Who could have thought that you would e'er sustain / The Southern shotgun's arbitrary reign! -- / Your sturdy hand assisting to replace / The broken yoke on a delivered race; / The ballot's purity no more your care, / With equal privilege to dark and fair.