The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1910-03-06
VOx POPULI.
THE DRAMA OF LIFE
IN TWO BRIEF ACTS.
Pensacola. Fla March


Pensacola, Fla, March 5, 1910.
Editor Pensacola Journal.
! was amazed and surprised when
l glanced over your issue Of Sunday,
Feb. goth, to read your editorial en-
titled "The Great Question of the
Day"
From Greenland's icy mountains 20
midas corral strand, from Africas
sunny fountains, as well as to the VI
most islands of the sea, this, The
Great Question of the Day." is being
asked.
You tell your readers that they need
not ask the Cannon Aldrich-E lkins"
gang to answer this question.
Let me also suggest that neither
will w. J. Bryan nor Tom Watson,
those greatest of all Jeffersonian
Democrats, answer it.
But Sampson, the producer of all
wealth, who has been shorn of his
locks, and has had his eyes gouged
out by the Capitalistic prostitute,
Della, is grouping his way in dark
ness, being ill-housed, underfed and
overworked; while pulpit, platform,
truth to suit the great; while you pro.
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things for Jesus name.
1 would kindly ask you to insert
this in your paper, viz:
The Drama of Life.
(In two Acts)
Man has asked from time amending,
WHITTIER is existence tending?"
Time replied, "My youngest child,
Out of restless stir of motion,
On the land and in the ocean,
In the canopy of sky,
And above the stars on high,
Grew power of transformation,
Crowned with glory all Creation;
From this power, Life" by name,
Earth's transcending duly came.
Time of the many who still strive?
By useful labour to survive,
The gifts of life mean poverty,
Toll, disappointment, misery.
Oh! the millions who are weary
OF their struggle, vain and dreary;
Be better, far, if they could be
Happy like the brutes, and free;
Free to take of Natures cheer,
Where no owners interfere;
Playing, dreaming, free from sorrow,
Free from want of dire tomorrow.
Children, We of life and time,
Know ye not your power sublime?
Mysteries in sea and on the land,
You by science understand.
By your great work and intellect
You can master and direct
Force and matter in their going,
Mighty currents in their flowing;
Life to lengthen, joys to gain,
High ideals to attain;
And cause beauteous forms to spring
From lifeless, shapeless thing.
Father Time, Oh Father Time!
Well we know our power sublime;
But with justice far away,
Hardly hope remains today.
British passions in high places,
Virtue? Oh how few it graces!
Wretched millions suffer, weep
In their degradation deep;
Those in power self but seeking
Rulers with corruption wreaking;
Selfish cunning still prevails,
And the nobler manhood fails.
The Arrangement.
Ye who rule by trick and terror,
Foster poverty, crime and error,
Shelter hypocrites and knaves,
Dig for Liberty a grave
Through We the cruelty of one,
The Vaccinations of the few
Through ye can millions still
Through We does greed and cunning
take
What industry and genius make;
And while your power of He'll prevail,
Must justice perish, freedom fail.
Can mortal man arise to order.
With twenty millions trained for
While tainted wealth and rulers high,
Justice and decency defy;
While pulpit, platform, press, school
and state,
Pervert the truth to suit the great;
While you profess Oh greater shame!
To do these things in Jesus's name.
In such world goodness must die
And evil passions multiply;
And right must hide, while truth 70
live.
Must strong and falsehood tribute
give.
Where rulers organize to kill,
That greed and lust may take their
fill;
Though heroes die to stem this tide,
Peace and good will cannot abide.
Not till the strong refuse to gain
BY others weakness, loss or pain;
Not till mankind its power employs
And wisdom leadeth industry
Can this, our Earth, that Eden be,
Where truth and justice never fail,
Where nobler manhood ere prevails.
Sampson, though blind and in dark.
ness, is cropping his way toward the
pillars that uphold this unjust system:
and if no remedy is found, he will do
as he did in Babylon, Persia. Greece
and Romei
Hoping that the public will careful
ly read these lines, remain,
Yours truly,
A. BOOSKE.
PENSACOLA'S DELECTABLE
UNION DEPOT DISTRICT