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I hate oppression with a hate profound, / And wheresoever in the wide world round, / Beneath a traitor king, a cruel sky, / I hear appeal a strangled people's cry -- / Where mother Greece, by Christian kings betrayed / To butcher Turks, hangs disembowelled, flayed. / Where Ireland, bleeding on her Cross expires, / And German truth in vain fronts royal liars.
Oh then, upon their heads my curse I launch, / These kings whose steeds pace bloody to the paunch: / I feel the poet speaks their judgment, and / The indignant Muse, with unrelenting hand, / Shall bind them pilloried to their thrones of shame, / And press their dastard crowns to shape a name / That on their brows the poet's hand shall trace -- / So Man may read their calling in their face.