Karl Marx

Who rushes behind with wild bluster ?
A swarthy fellow from Trier, a vigorous monster.
He walks not, he hops not, he leaps on his heals
And raves, full of rage, as if he wanted to seize
The broad canopy of heaven, and pull it down to earth,
His arms extended very wide in the air.
With angry fist balled, he rants ceaselessly,
As if ten thousand devils held him by the forelock.
― Friedrich Engels