Well, Then I Hate Thee

by Stephen Crane

          "And the sins of the fathers shall be
          visited upon the heads of the children,
          even unto the third and fourth
          generation of them that hate me."

Well, then I hate thee, unrighteous picture;
Wicked image, I hate thee;
So, strike with thy vengeance
The heads of those little men
Who come blindly.
It will be a brave thing.