Monday, 24 August 2020

poem 155

You stand proud, indeed

we plough the earth on deed

in turn she enshroud 

our community's with all we need 

As long we fracture not 

all life blooms entwined

life a shrine to hold all divine



So we all grow strong

under that radiant sun

While rain clouds bless us

for these see all as free

and give upon that deed 

enterprise is not greed

but infact life guaranteed 



the rich upon there hymns

sing rupture of straight lines

to divide all in mind

and so the land divides 

Now in bound we bleed

Just to feed wealths need 

here is, no end to greed


 

Now they privatised

all your hart and minds

with those insidious lines

To pollute all that shines

this dark, hides their crimes

for they broke the deed

that all life is enwinted




https://www.telegraph.co.uk/books/non-fiction/english-theft-countryside-taken-public-using-profits-slavery/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cecil_Rhodes

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