Ill fares the land, to hast’ning ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.
Princes and lords may flourish or may fade ,
A breath can make them , as a breath has made,
But a bold peasantry their country’s pride,
When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
An ode to Britain’s steel, mining, shipbuilding etcetara
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Hadn’t seen this in my in-box before, must have been blocked, but this is damned good, pertinent, political and personal, poetry,a revelation..have to start a blog of my own,
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Thanks Jeff se you blogging soon then
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