Here you will find thePoem无政府主义of poet Francis William Lauderdale Adams
'TIS not when I am here, In these homeless homes, Where sin and shame and disease And foul death comes; 'Tis not when heart and brain Would be still and forget Men and women and children Dragged down to the pit: But when I hear them declaiming Of 'liberty,' 'order,' and 'law,' The husk-hearted Gentleman And the mud-hearted Bourgeois, That a sombre hateful desire Burns up slow in my breast To wreck the great guilty Temple, And give us rest!
