Anna Hempstead Branch - II. A Political "Boss" lyrics

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Anna Hempstead Branch - II. A Political "Boss" lyrics

Has he no country? Is he of alien breed? Is this land not his home? Oh, exiled one! Stranger to his own kind, where does he run? How he has shamed us, for the world to read! Oh, carrion, prowling where this people bleed, Grown fat upon disaster, hide from the sun! A scornful nation asks, what has he done With the public trust, the honor, and the need. Not him with glorious hand will we indite, Patriot, Statesman, in the Hall of Fame, Nor will we let him flee into the night Of safe oblivion! But oh--that name For our sons' sons a moving hand shall write In scarlet letters on the walls of Shame.