The Orator Considers the Spectacle of Power

it is addressed thusly:

An ode.
it reads:
Brazen faced - speaks more in a roar
With brow furrowed, lip in a frown
Hand or shoulder cast to the fore
In expression, they call him a clown
If he is, would a sad clown he be
That he glowers at their paucity
Or a happy one, throwing down
His causus belli most merrily?

Knowing the seal of power's name
Which was once chained and bound
"Do you think this is but a game?"
In such hands it would be found
If that law which held it fast
And granted it largess en masse
Tax, conscript, regulate the ground
And strength o'er strength--!
           -- free at last.

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