Contempt

I spit upon the laws that thieves have made To give the crooked strength to rob the weak.

I spit upon a country full of wealth Where millions live in squalor and in want.

I spit upon a flag that waves above A nation made of masters and of slaves.

I spit upon religions that defend A hell on earth, and preach a life to come.

I spit upon all morals that contend That joy of life is not life's highest end.

I spit upon the education that Makes pygmies out of what might have been men.

Upon this whole damned system do I spit, And while I spit--I weep.