The Orator Exhorts The Opposition

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Do you know. when they speak ill of you
With your name the capers of a fool
Regard you far too Quixotic to be 'cool'
Every motive and intent to misconstrue
A far truth, to reach it from this place
From the gibbering crowd's noisome sound
From hands that struck many to the ground
From each seen and unseen face --
They forget, of course, being but polite
That good comes rarely quite clean shaved
It is likewise quite often ill-behaved
Of the rule that believes it is aught but might.
Having never thus seen the fury of God
And that in that day, none can gainsay him
Go on, and do not even pity pay them
For good reason this is all but odd;
For if the Spirit did not thus breathe
And make real by might the real law
By which the worlds ages saw
In their fables you might still believe;
To oppose evil has no truer man
For the mind flutters, but the heart is fast
And behold when he is done his task--
-- speak against him if you can.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:
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