Tuesday, December 20, 2005

O Captain!

I can only imagine that as the POTUS a person has to make some difficult decisions. One of these was probably deciding to use the NSA to spy on potential terrorists based on US soil. Was this an abuse of power or a necessary action in the war on terrorism? More definitely needs to be known to draw an informed conclusion.

Abraham Lincoln had to make some difficult decisions as well. That's why I chose this poem for today. And, no, I am in no way trying to draw any comparisons between GWBush and Abe. I also do not want the demise of GWBush. No, definitely not, that would put Cheney in power. I trust him much less than the current POTUS.

O Captain! My Captain
by Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captian lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung-- for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning:

Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse or will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won:

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

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