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ok 2 poems and a 2 page essay on what alan seeger!!help?

ok my boyfriend is soo down from his dad dieing saturday and so i offered 2 do his 2 page essay on 2 poems by alan seeger!!!so he said pick 2 poems by alan seeger ok so i picked

A Message to America

You have the grit and the guts, I know;

You are ready to answer blow for blow

You are virile, combative, stubborn, hard,

But your honor ends with your own back-yard;

Each man intent on his private goal,

You have no feeling for the whole;

What singly none would tolerate

You let unpunished hit the state,

Unmindful that each man must share

The stain he lets his country wear,

And (what no traveller ignores)

That her good name is often yours.

You are proud in the pride that feels its might;

From your imaginary height

Men of another race or hue

Are men of a lesser breed to you:

The neighbor at your southern gate

You treat with the scorn that has bred his hate.

To lend a spice to your disrespect

You call him the "greaser". But reflect!

The greaser has spat on you more than once;

He has handed you multiple affronts;

He has robbed you, banished you, burned and killed;

He has gone untrounced for the blood he spilled;

He has jeering used for his bootblack's rag

The stars and stripes of the gringo's flag;

And you, in the depths of your easy-chair --

What did you do, what did you care?

Did you find the season too cold and damp

To change the counter for the camp?

Were you frightened by fevers in Mexico?

I can't imagine, but this I know --

You are impassioned vastly more

By the news of the daily baseball score

Than to hear that a dozen countrymen

Have perished somewhere in Darien,

That greasers have taken their innocent lives

And robbed their holdings and raped their wives.

Not by rough tongues and ready fists

Can you hope to jilt in the modern lists.

The armies of a littler folk

Shall pass you under the victor's yoke,

Sobeit a nation that trains her sons

To ride their horses and point their guns --

Sobeit a people that comprehends

The limit where private pleasure ends

And where their public dues begin,

A people made strong by discipline

Who are willing to give -- what you've no mind to --

And understand -- what you are blind to --

The things that the individual

Must sacrifice for the good of all.

You have a leader who knows -- the man

Most fit to be called American,

A prophet that once in generations

Is given to point to erring nations

Brighter ideals toward which to press

And lead them out of the wilderness.

Will you turn your back on him once again?

Will you give the tiller once more to men

Who have made your country the laughing-stock

For the older peoples to scorn and mock,

Who would make you servile, despised, and weak,

A country that turns the other cheek,

Who care not how bravely your flag may float,

Who answer an insult with a note,

Whose way is the easy way in all,

And, seeing that polished arms appal

Their marrow of milk-fed pacifist,

Would tell you menace does not exist?

Are these, in the world's great parliament,

The men you would choose to represent

Your honor, your manhood, and your pride,

And the virtues your fathers dignified?

Oh, bury them deeper than the sea

In universal obloquy;

Forget the ground where they lie, or write

For epitaph: "Too proud to fight."

I have been too long from my country's shores

To reckon what state of mind is yours,

But as for myself I know right well

I would go through fire and shot and shell

And face new perils and make my bed

In new privations, if ROOSEVELT led;

But I have given my heart and hand

To serve, in serving another land,

Ideals kept bright that with you are dim;

Here men can thrill to their country's hymn,

For the passion that wells in the Marseillaise

Is the same that fires the French these days,

And, when the flag that they love goes by,

With swelling bosom and moistened eye

They can look, for they know that it floats there still

By the might of their hands and the strength of their will,

And through perils countless and trials unknown

Its honor each man has made his own.

They wanted the war no more than you,

But they saw how the certain menace grew,

And they gave two years of their youth or three

The more to insure their liberty

When the wrath of rifles and pennoned spears

Should roll like a flood on their wrecked frontiers.

They wanted the war no more than you,

But when the dreadful summons blew

And the time to settle the quarrel came

They sprang to their guns, each man was game;

And mark if they fight not to the last

For their hearths, their altars, and their past:

Yea, fight till their veins have been bled dry

For love of the country that WILL not die.

O friends, in your fortunate present ease

(Yet faced by the self-same facts as these),

If you would see how a race can soar

That has no love, but no fear, of war

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  • 1 decade ago
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