Saturday, 25 September 2010

it was ever so and thus...


The desirable the elect and the beautiful

are nodding the heads of accord in the Tower of Babel

are reading the flows the signs and the augurs of doom

while parading their women in jewellery and plume,

are strutting and commanding, are determining their wage

while fixing the bars to construct a cage

to imprison with slat and grille that motleytude

whose toil and labour provide them their food,

who're caught like driftwood in the logger's stream

and whipped and beaten to beget their cream


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