Oh Captain My Captain

[Nick Young]

words by the great American and father of modern poetry, 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 Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up

[nathanjizzle]

Youre the worst poster on here.

[TheMan]

Youre the worst poster on here.

Yup, a Zionist living abroad who thinks he's as American as baseball or apple pie