From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,
George H. W. Bush, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom....
Sadd. Or else what follows?
Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove--
That if requiring fail, he will compel;--
And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown; and take mercy
On the poor souls for whom this hungry war
Opens vastly its jaws: and on your head
Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans,
For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers,
That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.
And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference,---
As we, his subjects, have in wonder found,---
Between the promise of his greener days
And those he masters now: now he weighs time
Even to the utmost grain:--that you shall read
In your own losses if he stay in Bhagdad.
Goodness gracious, we have a BARD amongst us! Well said, dasboot!