Here you will find thePoemPoliticsof poet Ambrose Bierce
That land full surely hastens to its end Where public sycophants in homage bend The populace to flatter, and repeat The doubled echoes of its loud conceit. Lowly their attitude but high their aim, They creep to eminence through paths of shame, Till, fixed securely in the seats of pow'r, The dupes they flattered they at last devour.
