The Earth Turns South/To an Enemy Nation
TO AN ENEMY NATION
You have grown fat,—Too fat and grossTo leap and danceLike a slim maidenIn the doubtful Spring.
Your voice is hoarseWith hawking your body,Hoarse and cracked—You who once sangLike leaves in the wind.
And that slinking glance,—Can you never forgetThe red midnightWhen you sold your soul,Liberty?