By R.W. HAYNES
Yes, friends, tyranny seeks forever to deny
All endeavors. Its dream of selfish bliss
Intoxicates and rots, but, worse than this,
We cleave the fresh and lovely air and fly
The skies as though the creatures of the ground
Enjoyed our endless passage as we do.
But we must quickly learn a thing or two.
We have the numbers. Let us look around
And reason together, for our huge family
Will, well-led, dominate the land;
Shadowing the forests, our vast band
Will comfort the earth with our sympathy,
Raining our feathers and our fertility
As tiny tribes gaze up enviously.
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R. W. Haynes, originally from Statenville, Georgia, is Professor of English at Texas A&M International University in Laredo, Texas. In 2016, he edited the Salem Press collection _Critical Insights: Horton Foote_. He also won the SCMLA Poetry Prize at the South Central Modern Language Association Conference.