A poem excerpt from S.E. Kiser's original speech:

You are sniveling and snarling, with a grim look on your face,

You are spurred by one ambition, in your breast joy has no place;

You have ceased to find contentment in the nooks you used to know,

You have turned away from others whom you cling to long ago,

You are scolding, you are wailing through the dark days and fair,

But, oh, foolish, blind brother, are you getting anywhere?

In your hate you have forgotten how to linger or to smile

When a child looks up and greets you or would claim your care awhile;

Through the wild rose sheds its petals in the lonely pasture still

And glad breezes sway the blossoms in the orchard on the hill,

You remain too much self-centered, too much prejudiced to care,

But, with all your agitating, are you getting anywhere?

You have turned away from pleasure, trouble haunts you in your dreams,

It is long since you have lingered by the shored of shaded streams

That go singing to the pebbles they have made so clean and white

And have polished at their leisure and their pleasure day and night;

You no longer know the solace that is in a sweet old air,

But with all your little speeches, are you getting anywhere?

out beyond there is darkness that no morning's light shall break,

In the distance there is silence that no song shall ever wake;

At the journey's end dishonor waits for them that day by day

Starve their should and dull their senses as they frown upon the way;

You are passing many pleasures that you have the right to share

As you go to fill the hollow men will dig for you somewhere.