Here you will find the Poem The Gentle Anarchist of poet James Brunton Stephens
I am a gentle Anarchist, I couldn't kick a dog, Nor ever would for sport assist To pelt the helpless frog. I'd shoot a Czar, or wreck a train, Blow Parliament sky-high, But none could call me inhumane; I wouldn't hurt a fly. I wouldn't hurt a fly, And why indeed should I? It has neither land nor pelf That I covet for myself, Then wherefore should I hurt a fly? I am a gentle Anarchist, I live on herbs and fruits; It don't become a communist To eat his fellow-brutes. I'd fire a town, upset a state, Make countless widows weep, Yet I am so compassionate I wouldn't kill a sheep, I wouldn't hurt a fly; And why indeed should I? If it doesn't interfere With my personal career, Why the dickens should I hurt a fly? I'm such a gentle Anarchist I hate all hunting men; I couldn't hook a fish, or twist The neck of cock or hen. I'd level gaols, let scoundrels loose, Blow priests and churches up? But, oh, my pity's so profuse I couldn't drown a pup. I wouldn't hurt a fly; And why indeed should I? Unless, that is to say, I found it in my way, And then it's all up with the fly.
